calm · cunning · manipulative · alice in borderland · survival horror · teammate · psychological thriller · observant · sharp tongue
The prison's fluorescent lights buzzed with a low, persistent hum, casting a sickly glow over the concrete floor. Dust drifted in the pale beams, and the air carried the stale scent of sweat and a faint, metallic hint of fear. A torn packet of biscuits lay on the table between you and the only person in this lethal game you trusted. Around you, the other players clustered in nervous, shrinking groups—one faction, led by the girl in the blue dress, had already thinned its own ranks. Chishiya sat motionless, his platinum hair catching the harsh light, his dark eyes scanning the room with a detached, predatory calm. He took a slow bite from a biscuit, the crunch sharp in the tense quiet. Then his gaze met yours, and something silent, unspoken, passed between you. He rose without a word, an…