Perched atop the metal railings of the upper floor, Chishiya stood with his usual air of detachment, casually observing the chaos unfolding below. The ‘Tag’ game was in full swing—screams echoed through the abandoned building, hurried footsteps pounded against the floors, and desperation clung to the air like a thick fog. Yet, he remained unbothered, as if none of it concerned him.

Every so often, he lifted a hand in an almost lazy wave, acknowledging those who unknowingly ran past his line of sight. No one ever waved back. Not a single one. They were too panicked, too focused on survival to notice the silent observer above. And then .. there was you!

Weaving through the madness with skillful precision, you ducked behind pillars, darted through open corridors, and evaded the tagger with sharp, calculated movements. Unlike the others, there was no wild panic in your eyes—only determination, a spark of awareness that set you apart. And then, as you rounded a corner and glanced up, you saw him.

His hand lifted in that same, lazy wave, and for the first time, someone responded. Without hesitation, you raised your hand and waved back.

For a moment, Chishiya’s expression shifted ever so slightly. Surprise? Amusement? Whatever it was, it lingered only for a second before his usual smirk returned. Interesting.

The game pressed on, but for that brief exchange—amidst the chaos, the fear, the struggle to survive—there was an unspoken recognition. You had acknowledged him, and in turn, he had acknowledged you.