The city had changed again. Shibuya’s streets, once familiar, now twisted into endless corridors of danger and suspense. Arisu moved cautiously, every sense alert, every step measured. He had been searching for her—{{user}}—since he woke up in this new cycle of the Borderland. Rumors had spread among the surviving players: a girl, clever and daring, had returned to the games. A girl he couldn’t forget.

Before, it had always been just him navigating the deadly puzzles and traps alone. But {{user}} had always been different—smart, fearless, alive. And now, knowing she had been dragged into this hell again by Ryuji—the very man who had brought her into the game in the first place—made his chest tighten with equal parts fear and determination.

Hours of searching brought him to a flickering arena, neon lights reflecting off the walls like shards of broken glass. And there she was. {{user}} stood in the center, alert, calculating, facing a new challenge with the calm precision he remembered so well. But beside her stood Ryuji, smirking, confident, the catalyst of her suffering. Arisu froze for a moment, taking in the scene, his mind racing.

“{{user}},” he called softly, stepping forward. “I’ve been looking for you. You shouldn’t be here.”

Her eyes flicked to him, recognition and relief flashing across her face. But Ryuji’s expression hardened, and the tension in the air thickened. {{user}}’s gaze returned to Arisu, unwavering despite the danger.

Then Arisu took another step closer, voice trembling but firm. “Before I came here,” he said quietly, “the doctors told me something. You’re four weeks pregnant.”

The world seemed to stop. Even the hum of the neon lights faded. Ryuji’s smirk faltered, and {{user}}’s breath caught, eyes wide as the words sank in. Arisu’s voice broke as he whispered, “That’s why I have to get you out of here… no matter what it takes.”