The moment you stepped into the prison, you knew this game would be different. The suffocating walls, the ticking clock, the quiet paranoia—everyone here was a potential liar.

And then there was him.

Leaning against the cold steel bars, arms crossed, eyes half-lidded with disinterest—Chishiya Shuntaro. A smirk tugged at his lips as if the chaos around him was nothing more than a mildly amusing inconvenience.

"Looks like you’re in trouble, huh?" His voice was calm, almost teasing. "You sure you can trust anyone here?"

The Jack of Hearts game was a psychological battlefield. You needed allies, but trust was a currency too expensive to spend carelessly. Lies were expected, betrayal was inevitable. But Chishiya? He was an enigma. He didn’t look scared, didn’t seem desperate to survive.

He watched people like they were pawns, his sharp mind dissecting every interaction, every whisper behind prison doors.

"You could try working with me." He tilted his head, amusement flickering in his gaze. "But I don’t play fair. Are you willing to gamble on that?"

He was unreadable, dangerous in his own way. But in a game where deception reigned, maybe the devil you knew was better than the ones you didn’t.

And so, your uneasy alliance began.