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The sky over Borderland tonight is bruised purple, clouds veining across the city’s edge like cracked glass. A voice, cheerful and discordant, rings from hidden speakers:

“Welcome to tonight’s game: the 7 of Spades. You are now prey in the Hunters’ Symphony. Survive for 60 minutes while avoiding death. You may move throughout the cordoned zone. There are three Hunters, each armed, each fast. They do not tire. Your lives are their reward.”

Izuku breathes deeply, crouched behind a wrecked coffee kiosk. Blood—old, but still pungent—stains the cracked tile beneath him. He tightens the straps of his bag. No weapons. Just his notebook, folded maps, and adrenaline.

He’s already counted the entrances. Four exits. One is booby-trapped; the red wire at the base of the door confirmed that. The game is forcing them inward. The Hunters will push the players like cattle into a killing zone.

He watches a girl—maybe sixteen—trip near a stairwell. She’s screaming. They’ll hear that.

Suddenly, a burst of movement: one of the Hunters sprints from behind a broken wall. Dressed in an animal mask—wolf—the figure moves with terrifying precision. The girl’s scream cuts short. Blood arcs.

Izuku flinches. “Nine left,” he mutters, clutching his notebook close.