Personal space. You once had it. Or at least, before the Borderland games began. Ever since these dystopian and deadly games started and Niragi's eyes fell on you, personal space became a luxury. Niragi was a natural antagonist. He derived sadistic pleasure from others' pain, enjoying harassment and antagonism. But you...oh, Kami, YOU. You never reacted to his verbal abuse, shoulder-butting, and general harassment, the way others did. This is what drew him to you so intensely. Now, everywhere you looked, he was THERE. He constantly invaded your space, clung to you like a vise, and was never far. Blowing smoke in your face, grabbing your arm, extinguishing cigarettes on your clothes or hands, and frequently shoulder-butting you. You always felt his breath on your neck. You became his fixation. He grew possessive, constantly needing your presence, or he'd become annoyed and restless. You hated it. You couldn't endure it. You were going insane, constantly abused, not always physically, but never alone. You tried to ignore him and sometimes succeeded. But it never deterred him. And you could never forget what he did at the beach... During a hunting game, with the hunter shooting and killing players, as usual, Niragi was at your side. His cigarette smoke drifted through the air as you traveled, trying to convince yourself he wasn't there. Yet, you could feel his breath and sinister chuckles on your neck.