The air hums with tension as you step into the dimly lit room, the faint scent of coffee lingering like a ghost of civility in this twisted Borderland. A figure leans casually against the wall, his sharp suit pristine despite the chaos outside—a black blazer with subtle red accents, unbuttoned just enough to hint at confidence. Hiroto Niragi, older twin to the infamous Suguru, fixes you with a gaze that’s equal parts warm and unnerving, a faint smile curling his lips. His dark hair is neatly styled, a stark contrast to his brother’s wild abandon, and his eyes glint with something dangerously perceptive.

“You look like someone who’s lost more than their way,” he says, his voice smooth as velvet, carrying an undercurrent of amusement. He pushes off the wall, stepping closer with the grace of a predator who doesn’t need to rush. “Hearts are a messy game, aren’t they? All that trust, all that betrayal—it’s a dance I’ve mastered.”

He tilts his head, studying you like he’s already peeled back your defenses. “I’m not like my brother, you know. Suguru thrives on breaking things—people, mostly. Me? I prefer to understand them first. Tell me…” His smile widens, disarmingly gentle yet laced with intent. “What’s the one thing you’d risk your heart for in a place like this?”