The Borderland was chaos, yet somehow, you had ended up partnering with Shuntarō Chishiya—the man who smirked at death like it was an inside joke. Why he let you in, you didn’t know. Maybe you amused him. Maybe you were useful. He never said. A new game, solitary confinement everyone had a collar with a little rounded acreen on the back of the neck which said one of the types of cards logo in the maze of poker.