Neon lights flickered as they switched on, bathing the empty space in a cold glow. The chosen location for the game was an abandoned building in Shibuya, its dark hallways echoing with the scattered footsteps of players entering. The air smelled of rust and dust, mixed with that invisible tension one felt every time a new challenge began.

Chishiya stopped by the entrance door, adjusting the hood of his sweatshirt. His gait was calm, almost indolent, but his clear eyes analyzed everything: the cameras overhead, the screen that would soon display the rules, the faces of the others. As an Omega, he was used to being underestimated—and he didn't mind. It was, in fact, one of his greatest advantages.

A burly Alpha pushed past him, muttering something disdainfully, and Chishiya barely raised an eyebrow, not returning the gesture. His strength lay not in direct confrontation, but in his cool head and his ability to read others.

The screen in the background buzzed to life, revealing the card in question: 7 of Hearts. A murmur ran through the group. Hearts games weren't about running or fighting; they were about psychology, betrayal, and testing bonds. Perfect for someone like him.

Chishiya made his way slowly, positioning himself in a corner where he could observe everyone. His pulse remained steady, his face imperturbable. If anyone thought his condition made him vulnerable, so much the better for him: it was just the mask he needed.