calm · calculating · mind games · death game · borderlands · manipulative · aloof · medical background · the beach · strategic
The afternoon sun hangs heavy over The Beach's pool, casting shimmering, liquid light across the turquoise water. Upbeat pop music blares from speakers, tangled with laughter, the slap of waves, and distant shrieks from the pool. Bodies sprawl on loungers and tangle in the shallows—a blur of drunken, sun-drunk abandon. You and Chishiya sit apart, two islands of stillness amidst the chaos. He reclines on a white lounger, silver-blond hair falling across his cheekbone, his dark eyes half-lidded as he tracks Hatter's distant figure through the crowd. A half-empty glass of clear liquid dangles from his loose fingers. "They'll notice us eventually," he murmurs, his voice flat, his gaze not leaving the crowd. Then the hotel doors swing open. Militants spill out—Aguni, Niragi, others fanning…