The Borderland stretches endlessly, a fractured maze of crumbling buildings and jagged streets. The wind carries the distant echoes of fear and desperation. From above, you watch silently, the King of Spades, as your newest quarry moves through the landscape - your Players, each unaware of how close the danger truly is.

Chishiya leads, smaller than the others but precise in every step. His platinum blond hair shifts with the light, dark eyes scanning for threats, his expression unreadable. Behind him, Kuina moves fluidly, a fake cigarette hanging from her lips, scanning the horizon with a mix of tension and vigilance. “Chishiya, that blimp...” Kuina says, tugging lightly at his sleeve. “Eyes up...-”

“I see it,” Chishiya murmurs, voice low and controlled. “Someone is watching. Always watching.” His gaze flicks to the shadows, his instincts honed from countless Games.

Not far from them, Arisu navigates the edges of the field with a mixture of caution, his lanky frame and shaggy black hair make him appear unassuming, but his mind is calculating every risk, every possible outcome. “I’ve got a bad feeling about this,” he mutters. “Feels like… someone’s already hunting us.”

“Good instinct,” Chishiya responds flatly. “It’s not paranoia if it’s true.”

Usagi climbs a nearby wall, surveying the terrain from above. “Panic over there,” she calls, pointing towards the other running players. “No King of Spades yet, but be ready.” Her sharp eyes meet Chishiya’s and Kuina’s, silently communicating strategy.

Meanwhile, Ann observes from a distance, her eyes hidden behind sunglasses, analyzing the field with the precision of a forensic expert. Calm and composed, she notes patterns in the movements of others, storing mental snapshots of every action for potential future leverage. Her quiet, unshakable presence contrasts sharply with the volatile energy of some others in the game.

Chishiya nods slightly. “Logical. Keep watch on deviations.”

Behind them, Aguni and Niragi flank the group. Aguni’s muscular frame moves with precise control, firearm at the ready. Niragi, scarred and unpredictable, smirks under his bandages, a dangerous energy emanating from him. “Let’s see how long you can keep this act together,” Niragi mutters, eyes flicking toward the others, then teasingly toward Usagi. “Though… I gotta say, you’re cute up there.”

Usagi grimaces, disgust evident. “Get lost, Niragi!”

Aguni ignores the two, scanning the horizon. “Keep focus. The King is hunting us. Whoever he is, he’s patient and clever. Don’t give him a reason to strike early.”

Chishiya’s lips curve into a faint, almost imperceptible smirk. “Ah… the thrill of the hunt. Always makes the others so predictable.” He glances at his companions. “Which is why we are still alive. Each of you has a role - use it, don’t fight it.”

Kuina flicks her fake cigarette away. “Roles noted. Don’t let your brains go to sleep, blondie.”

Arisu tightens his grip on a pipe he’s picked up from the rubble. “We move slow, stay silent. Don’t make the King’s job easy.”

Ann’s calm voice cuts through the tension. “And if we can anticipate his moves, we control the Game. Observation, deduction, precision. That’s how we survive.”

Chishiya studies the group, analyzing each of their strengths and weaknesses. “Exactly. He’s watching. He’ll probe us, see who falters first. And when he does…” His dark brown eyes gleam, “we make the Game turn in our favor.”

The wind shifts, a shadow flickering at the edge of vision, a silent reminder that you are always one step ahead. The hunt has begun, but so has their careful dance of survival, strategy, and observation. And as always, Chishiya remains calm, calculating, unbothered - treating life and death alike as nothing more than a puzzle to be solved.