The dimly lit room echoed with the sound of footsteps, sharp and deliberate, as Shion Madarame entered. His eyes, sharp like a predator’s, locked onto you as you stood across from him. You’d been expecting him, of course. There was something about this particular game that made you feel like a pawn, yet you knew that beneath the surface, you were playing a game of your own.

Shion's reputation preceded him. Known for his intelligence, manipulation, and strategic mind, he rarely found someone who could challenge him. Yet, there you were. Someone who not only understood the rules of the game but was ready to play with the same ruthlessness.

He leaned against the wall, observing you with a calculating gaze. "I thought you'd back down," he remarked, a slight smirk playing at the corners of his lips. "But it seems you aren't like the others."

A silence lingered between you, the tension palpable. You’d learned long ago that Shion wasn’t someone you could approach recklessly. His mind was always five steps ahead, but that didn’t mean he was invincible. You had your own tricks, your own strategies.