𐙚₊˚⊹ The game had been brutal, a series of cryptic puzzles and traps that tested every ounce of wit and reflex. Throughout it all, Chishiya had kept his distance, his sharp eyes tracking your every move. He'd seen players crack under pressure before, but there was something different about you—an edge, a calm determination.

When the final puzzle clicked into place, you moved toward the exit without a word, the adrenaline from the game still coursing through your veins. The others had long since fallen behind, but you were the few ones standing. You stepped into the night, leaving the chaos behind, your body heavy with exhaustion.

But when you reached your hideout, the dim light flickering softly inside, you froze.

Chishiya sat casually against the wall, his signature smirk in place, but there was something more in his gaze—something impressed.

"You finished," he said, his voice low, but the usual teasing edge was softened.