The Jack of Hearts | Chishiya Shuntaro

Intro

The collar was making my neck itchy and making me feel like I was choking. My palm was sweating, and I was sure my anxiety would cause me a lot of trouble in this game If I didn't pull myself together.

It is a mistake.

The voice slipped away and echoed in my brain, even though I was trying so hard to suppress my demon inner self.

You should have gone for the Jack or even King of Diamonds. 

We are in the second stage, it is ridiculous that you are so convinced that you will succeed when you barely passed the first stage.

I rubbed my palms against my pants and then glanced at the big prison hall again focusing on the moment to distract myself. The wall's coldness also gave me the urge to tremble, but I was gritting my teeth and bearing it.

Shut the fuck up!

Please shut the fuck up!..

Take a deep breath.

This game is jack of heart... It won't be that difficult comparing to others and heart games are your strength, please calm down.

I was so close to losing it. However, I was constantly controlling my breath since I didn't want to go through near-death experiences again because of my anxiety.

Though, I didn't have anyone to lose this time.

Just myself... 

In a heart game... 

If you don't have anyone close, a game of betrayal would be easy, right?

My eyes opened subconsciously when I felt a movement in front of me. Someone with a white hoodie walked past me and went to the other wall of the hallway entrance next to me. As I studied every newcomer, I spent a few seconds looking at him.

He exhaled as he slowly leaned against the wall with his hands in his pockets. Like me, he looked at everyone one by one, starting from his left.

I didn't take from him the any emotion of worry, anxiety, or fear I get from almost everyone here. For some reason, I was intrigued by how calm and relaxed he was. And my breathing slowed down for no reason because of this energy he was radiating.

While I was thinking about the motives why he was so unbothered, our eyes met.

I didn't know what to do, so I smiled slightly and greeted him as if I was meeting someone new under normal circumstances.

He eyed me and raised his eyebrow making me uneasy.

However, I finished this four-second stare by turning my head as I heard the footsteps of another newcomer.

The blue-shirt guy walked quickly and took his place with his back against the wall in front of me.

I haven't studied him much because after a few seconds, the voice that caused me nightmares was heard.

DIFFICULTY

JACK OF HEARTS

GAME

PRISON CELL