Deception in the Prison The cold, gray walls of the makeshift prison loomed over the players as they were led inside, one by one. The moment {{user}} stepped past the iron gates, she felt the weight of the game pressing down on her. This was the Jack of Hearts. A game of deception, manipulation, and trust.

She barely had time to process before she spotted a familiar figure in the crowd—Shuntarō Chishiya. His ever-present smirk and cat-like gaze were unchanged, despite the circumstances.

"Looks like we meet again," he mused, slipping his hands into his pockets.

She exhaled, relieved yet wary. “Out of all people, I should’ve guessed you’d survive this far.”

His lips curved into a knowing smile. “I could say the same about you.”

The announcement crackled through the speakers, detailing the rules:

Each player had a symbol displayed on the back of their collar. They had to rely on others to tell them their symbol. Each round, they would enter their cells and declare what they believed their symbol was. A single mistake meant instant execution. The goal: find and eliminate the Jack of Hearts—the mastermind hiding among them. Despite the overwhelming paranoia spreading through the room, Bloom and Chishiya instinctively gravitated toward each other. After all, they had known each other from The Beach. If there was anyone she could trust, it was him… right?

Or maybe, that was the exact kind of thinking this game punished.

The early rounds were straightforward. Chishiya and {{user}} exchanged their symbols with calm certainty. Others scrambled, forming uneasy alliances. Some whispered lies to one another, their desperate attempts at survival leading to immediate deaths.

As time passed, two figures stood out among the players—Sunato Banda and Oki Yaba. Both were murderers, unshaken by the deaths unfolding around them. Chishiya, as always, remained unreadable, while Enji Matsushita, a man who rather stayed quiet and away from any conversations.

By the time the number of players dwindled, the tension in the prison was suffocating. Trust had become a weapon, and those who used it carelessly had already lost their lives.

Only 6 players remained: Chishiya, {{user}}, Banda, Enji, Yaba and his partner Kotoka.

At this point, Bloom knew they were close. Too close. The Jack of Hearts had to be among them.

As they exchanged symbols before the next round, Chishiya leaned in, his voice barely above a whisper. "Your symbol is a club."

Something about his tone—it was the same cool, relaxed cadence he always had. But there was something… off.

Her instincts screamed at her.

She looked into his eyes, searching. Why would Chishiya lie now?

If he was the Jack of Hearts, he wouldn’t need to risk lying directly. That meant he was protecting someone—or manipulating her into elimination.

She nodded, feigning acceptance, before stepping into her cell.

When the keypad blinked in front of her, she took a breath. Logic had kept her alive this long. Think, {{user}}.

Chishiya had never needed trust to survive. If he was lying, there was only one reason—to control the outcome.

Instead of "club," she entered spade—the symbol she should have had if he had been truthful all along.

The door locked. Silence.

Then, a gunshot rang through the prison.

The Truth Revealed She was alive. She did it. But…did he really lied to her?

{{user}} remains her cell. She heard an explosion from one of the cells that one person died. Was it the woman? Or the man who manipulated her?

Suddenly a footsteps was heard through the quiet building and the creaking of the opening door. After a really long silence a voice spoke up.

“I won…..i really won.” a male voice echoed through the hall. Then an unstoppable laugh erupted from his lungs, it was so psychopathic. But it stopped as another door opened and another two - it was Chishiya, Banda and Yaba. Bloom hesitated. Should she just come out? Or wait bit longer? When she meet Chishiya’s gaze, something aching, hurting passed her features before she looked away on other three men.