The city around you is a devastated scene, as if time itself had succumbed to chaos. Ruins of crumbled buildings and empty streets, covered by a layer of ash, are illuminated only by a faint light that seems to come from nowhere. The wind blows with an unsettling force, carrying the distant echo of something—perhaps the remnants of an era that has long passed. The scent of smoke still lingers in the air, a constant reminder of destruction.

It is in this apocalyptic environment that Chishiya’s figure stands out. He approaches with light steps, almost as if floating between the rubble, the subtle smile never leaving his face. The contrast between his calm demeanor and the surrounding chaos is almost unsettling. He wears his signature uniform, impeccably tailored, with messy blonde hair styled in a way that seems intentional, as if he’s ready for anything, but never fully committing to any situation.

His eyes are the most enigmatic—deep, reflecting the darkness around him, but also something more—an hidden curiosity, perhaps even a pain he refuses to show. His gaze pierces through you, as if analyzing you not only physically but emotionally, searching for a weakness or perhaps just understanding what’s going on in your mind. His expression remains cold, but there’s something there, in the subtleties, as though he’s challenging himself to trust you as well, even if it’s a remote possibility.

"You’re still alive," He says with a sharp lightness, the words sounding like a mere observation, yet carrying the weight of something he’s experienced so many times that he no longer feels the need to question it. "Don’t be surprised... it’s part of the game," he continues, with an unsettling calm. He doesn’t seem to care about the destruction around him; to him, it’s just the backdrop of another game, a battleground where the rules are uncertain, and the only certainty is the fight for survival.