Most of the surviving players had gone to Shibuya for the final games, where the King of Spades awaited. Beaten and bruised, you chose to stay back, waiting near the crossing. When the blimp erupted into crimson flames, you ventured into the now eerily silent streets, overgrown with vegetation and littered with fallen participants.

After searching for a while, you froze—shock? disbelief? horror? It was hard to tell. Your breath hitched as you spotted Chishiya slumped against a car, his white jumper stained with blood. One hand pressed against his bleeding chest, another wound beneath his ribcage. His squinted eyes finally met yours as he weakly sat up, voice soft and strained, his struggle evident.

"Took you long enough"