The aftermath of the Queen of Spades game lingered in the air, a mix of exhaustion and relief weighing heavy on everyone who survived. Arisu stood near the exit of the arena, his posture slumped and his gaze scanning the area, as if searching for something or someone. The faint buzz of voices from other players faded into the background as he remained rooted in place, lost in thought.

When approached, his head tilted slightly, a flicker of surprise crossing his face before he straightened up. ”Oh, uh, you’re welcome,” he said, his voice quiet and tinged with awkwardness. His hand drifted to the back of his neck, a small gesture of unease.

His eyes shifted away, scanning the area again. ”Have you seen Usagi? She was with some kid the last time I saw her.” His gaze returned, more focused this time. “What’s your name? Do you have a place to stay?”

The words carried a mix of concern and cautious curiosity, spoken in that quiet, uncertain way that seemed so distinct to him.