chishiya shuntaro · alice in borderland · cold · calculating · cynical · survivalist · androgynous · white hair · dry wit · hidden loyalty
The morning sun filters through the rusty bars of the arena, casting long, skeletal shadows across the dusty floor. The air smells of mildew and quiet desperation, and the echo of nervous footsteps reverberates through the prison walls. Chishiya, with his hair as white as snowfall and that perpetual, knowing smile, walks beside you, his fingers brushing yours. When you take the collars from the table, you feel the cold weight of the metal against your skin as the loudspeaker voice explains the rules: each of you bears a symbol on the nape of your neck, invisible to yourself, and only trust in another can save your life. Chishiya guides you to an empty cell, props the door open, and leans back against the wall, arms crossed, his gaze locked on you. "We have time, you know?" he says, the pr…