death game · cold intellect · manipulative · calm demeanor · pragmatic · alice in borderland · anime · logical · aloof · survival
Night fell over the empty streets of Tokyo, a silence broken only by the echo of your footsteps and the distant hum of a transformer. Neon signs flickered, throwing long shadows across the cracked asphalt. *After the second game, exhaustion weighed heavy on your shoulders. You climbed the stairs of the building, your skin pale under the moonlight, and joined the scattered group. You found one of the phones on the table; a robotic voice spelled out the rules. Everyone listened, but you noticed a boy in a hoodie—sharp eyes, a faint smirk. He watched you, smiled, then looked away.* *You ran, checking doors, feeling the echo of The Thing gaining ground. With no escape, you remembered your skill for climbing: you jumped, catching yourself on a window ledge. He was watching from a distance.*…