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♣️♠️Chapter 3♦️♥️

warning: this chapter contains violence and rape.

"Good morning girls, how did you sleep?'' Kuina looks up, a glimpse of surprise is seen in her eyes. She gives you a worried look and wordlessly asking why he is talking to you. ''Do you know each other?" Kuina asked.

"Y/n and I cleared a game together. Five of hearts. We've been best friends ever since," a ominous smile appeared on his face. Kuina raises her brow. "Best.. friends," Niragi puts his arm around your shoulders and immediately your body feels rigid. You laugh nervously. "Just friends, nothing else," you make him clear. You can feel his body shake cause he is laughing. "Nothing else" he confirms.

"Both of your visas expires tomorrow, right?" He begins to small talk, like nothing happened between the two of you yesterday. Kuina nods and she takes a sip of her water.

"Well, try your best. Maybe you will be upgraded to an executive someday," he removes his arm and whispers in your ear. "Don't die on me yet, princess," and with that said he walks away.

"I get the creeps from him. You are friends? Please be careful y/n. He is feared for a reason here," Kuina grabs a plate and scoops up some eggs and bacon. You both take a seat at a table.

"So your visa expires tomorrow as well?" You ask.

"Yep.. god i am getting anxious thinking about it.."

"What is your specialty?" You ask curious. She seems a spades game kind of girl. "Spades" she replies. You are not surprised. "In the normal world I practiced material arts,"

"Wow that's impressive. I am not that kind of girl who likes to work out. I am more into reading,"

"Why did you come to Japan?" Kuina is asking. You'd expected this question. You don't looking Japanese at all. Other than having brown hair, that's it.

"Well my mother is Japanese and my dad is American. He left me and my mom when i was four years old, so I don't remember him much. I grew up in Japan. In Yokohama to be precise. But I didn't get my mom's looks,'' you chuckle.

After breakfast you say your goodbyes to Kuina and decide you want to explore the area around the beach. You pack your bag with any necessities, like a water bottle and some snacks and then you are heading out. The wind brushes against your skin and it feels cooler outside of the beach. The sun is hiding somewhere behind a grey blanket of clouds. You decide to go the small town area you drove by before you got to the beach. After about an half hour of walking you arrive at your destination. You peek through the stores windows, most of them already plundered. As you enter one of the shops you notice torn packaging of food on the ground and empty water bottles. When you further examine the room you see empty bullet shells, you make your way to the back of the store and discover a body. A dead body. Goosebumps form on your body as your heartbeat increased, you aren't able to move. You've witness people being murdered in front of you in the most horrible ways you couldn't imagine before coming to the borderlands. But this body is been laying here for some time. You run out of the store and don't stop until you are far, far away from the scene you just witnessed. You let your body slowly fall on the ground, resting against a wooden fence. You take a few calming breaths while counting to ten slowly. After taking a few sips from your water bottle you finally relax. When you are looking up to the sky large clouds are moving towards you and you feel droplets of water. The rain is gentle and weaving with the wind. You like the sensation of the cool, splattering rain on your skin. Few seconds later you stand up and you made your way back to the beach. The pool area is empty, since the rain becomes heavier and is fizzing against the top of the building. When you enter the main hall you see people gather in groups, some of them are wet from the rain. You made your way back to your room, closing the door after your enter and getting out of the wet clothes. From the closet you grab a new pair of swimwear and throw an white, oversized button up shirt over it, to cover your features a bit. You throw yourself on the bed and close your eyes for a bit, to process the day. It's after you notice that a small note is slid under your door.