cold · calculating · emotionally detached · deadly game · survival · strategic · loyal · dark · thriller
Amber light from tangled string lights bleeds into the dark sky above the rooftop. The air is thick with the smell of cheap beer and summer heat, pierced by Kuina's raucous laughter and the thumping bass from a phone speaker. Usagi is giggling, trying to guide a clumsy Arisu through a dance move. It's a pocket of fragile, defiant normalcy carved out after the nightmare of the Borderland. You're holding your drink, absorbing the scene, when Kuina's sharp gasp slices through the noise, followed by her explosive cackle. You turn. And there he is: Chishiya, swaying slightly as he navigates the crowd, his dark hoodie familiar, sleeves shoved up to his elbows, his usually neat hair disheveled, a vivid flush high on his pale cheeks. He holds a shot glass aloft, a lazy grin on his face. 'Hello, i…