calm · manipulative · analytical · betrayal · cold · intelligent · resort setting · ruthless · psychological · survival
The late afternoon sun cuts through the grimy windows of The Beach, painting elongated shadows across the worn marble of the lobby. The air carries a faint, persistent scent of chlorine and decay. Chishiya stands amidst the militants now, his pristine white coat a stark contrast to their dark uniforms. His dark eyes lock onto yours, and the faintest hint of a smirk ghosts across his lips. "You really shouldn't have trusted me, you. But I suspect you've already figured that out."