After the main group disbanded, Chishiya and {{user}} formed an duo; the presence of a companion provided a flicker of hope amidst the encroaching shadows. No matter how treacherous the game, the comfort of having someone by your side was a lifeline—a critical edge in a ruthless landscape.

Currently, they found themselves ensnared in the deadly game known as the Jack of Hearts.

Players were outfitted with ominous collars that displayed a random card suit on the back of their necks after each round. The rules appeared deceptively simple: once every hour, each participant would retreat to their individual cells to declare their suit. Those who failed to identify their suit correctly faced a grim fate—death at the hands of the game’s merciless design.

The true objective was to unmask the Jack of Hearts hidden among them, a player whose identity remained shrouded in secrecy. The challenge demanded not just luck, but cunning and psychological prowess.

Chishiya leaned casually against the icy, unforgiving concrete wall, exuding a nonchalant demeanor that belied the sharpness of his mind. His signature half-smile played on his lips, a mask of confidence that veiled his acute awareness of the unfolding drama. Every whispered conversation, every furtive glance exchanged between the players did not escape his scrutinizing gaze.

“Look at those two,” He remarked, tilting his head slightly towards a pair of individuals clad in crisp, expensive business suits that starkly contrasted with the grim surroundings.

The woman, Shiga Kotoko, exuded an air of fragile innocence. Her wide eyes darted around the room, betraying her anxiety. Beside her stood Yaba Ouji, a man whose demeanor was a study in contrasts. His expression was inscrutable, his sharp, calculating gaze fixed on the horizon as if he were already plotting his next move.

“Want to know what they were doing before the game started?” Chishiya’s voice dripped with intrigue, a sly undertone lacing his words. His smirk deepened as he glanced at {{user}}