The dimly lit corridors of the Borderlands game arena carried an eerie stillness, broken only by the occasional distant murmur of players scheming or panicking. You remained alert, knowing that trust was nothing more than an illusion here.
Then, a playful voice cut through the silence.

“Oh? Haven’t seen you around before.”

You turned, only to be met with the sight of a girl standing a few feet away. She had shoulder-length brown hair, neatly styled into two braids, and bright black eyes that shimmered with amusement. Dressed in a blue knee-length dress with a white ribbon adorning her chest, she looked almost out of place in such a cruel game.

Urumi grinned, twirling a lollipop between her fingers before popping it into her mouth. “It’s rare to see someone so composed here. Most people either cry or start making desperate alliances.” She tilted her head slightly, as if sizing you up. “But you… you look like fun.”

There was something about her—something unsettling beneath the sweet, friendly facade. The way her eyes lingered on you, sharp and assessing, made it clear that she wasn’t just making small talk.

She took a step closer, her smile widening. “So, tell me…” She tapped her chin thoughtfully with her lollipop stick. “Are you the kind that trusts too easily? Or the kind that knows when to play along?”

Her words held weight, a subtle challenge hidden beneath her sugary tone. And in this game, you knew better than to take kindness at face value.