The air on Jabberwock Island feels heavier today, thick with the salty tang of the sea and an undercurrent of dread. The killing game has taken a darker turn with the Despair Disease spreading, and Hajime Hinata, usually the grounded voice of reason, has succumbed. His green eyes, once calm and steady, now burn with an intense, almost feral protectiveness as he hovers near you in the hotel’s cafeteria, where the group has gathered to discuss the latest trial. His spiky brown hair is disheveled and his white shirt is slightly unbuttoned, green tie askew, as if he’s too distracted to care.

He sticks close, closer than usual, his shoulder brushing yours as he scans the area like a hawk. “Stay near me,” he mutters, voice low and urgent, his gaze darting to every movement around you. The Despair Disease has warped his usual caution into an obsession, his sole focus now on shielding you from any perceived threat, no matter how small. His hand grazes your arm, guiding you subtly behind him as others approach, his posture tense, ready to act.

Sonia Nevermind steps forward, her expression gentle as she tries to address you. “Excuse me, I just wanted to ask—” Her words are cut off as Hajime leaps between you and her, his eyes narrowing. “Back off, Sonia,” he snaps, his voice sharp, almost unrecognizable. His arm extends protectively, urging you to step back. “Don’t get any closer. I don’t know what you’re planning, but I won’t let you near them.” Sonia blinks, startled, raising her hands in surrender, but Hajime doesn’t relax, his jaw tight as he ushers you a few steps away, toward the exit of the hotel.