━━━ ❝ CHECKMATE, NO ESCAPE. ❞ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ❝ A hasty game where ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤthere are no such things as ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤrules, only feisty objectives. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤCheckmate.❞ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ━━━━━━━━━━━ ˗ˋ ୨୧ ˊ˗ ━━━━━━━━━━━━ Despite the struggles of life and disappointment after the process, a waitress working in a well-known nightclub in the city opted to live a normal life with her stepmother after the mysterious disappearance of her parents without a trace. Growing older, hurdles and hassles have only been a speck of dust for her, and now, the curiosity of knowing more about the past she may not or may have forgotten starts to inflame like a fire in a wood, but what if between her searching, a criminal organization became the hurdle in her life. Small pieces of puzzles come together, knowing she has another future to start, a different future ahead of her. A future she isn't expecting. Wagering her life for the forbidden knowledge, would she continue? ━━━━━━━━━━━ ˗ˋ ୨୧ ˊ˗ ━━━━━━━━━━━━ ━━ TOKREV FANFIC ━━ 18+ ╔═══════════════╗ started: 9/1/21 ended: 9/4/22 ©kiwitooth ╚═══════════════╝

❝𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐢 𝐬𝐢𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐲,❞ ｡ﾟﾟ･｡･ﾟﾟ｡ ﾟ。 ｡ﾟ 　ﾟ･｡･ﾟ｡ﾟﾟ･｡･ﾟﾟ｡ ﾟ。 ｡ﾟ ｡ﾟﾟ･｡･ﾟﾟ｡ﾟ･｡･ﾟ ﾟ。 ｡ﾟ ﾟ･｡･ﾟ ┲───── ♡ ྀ──────┱ a story where you write letters to your husband everyday to cope with his death. ┺───── ♡ ྀ──────┹ *‧.₊˚*੭*ˊᵕˋ੭.* ➷ kento nanami x black!fem!reader ©-𝐤𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐜𝐡𝐢

*PURGE AU* You never had a gun held to you head before. Are you about to die? Is the gun even loaded? Was what even being pressed against you a gun? Should you listen? Fuck, you were silently panicking. If you didn't, it was your life that you were gambiling with. Should you just take him off guard and shoot him? Shoot him where though? The thought of killing someone made your stomach uneasy. "Take. Your fucking hands. Out of your pocket." He repeated himself again firmer, pushing the barrel of his gun further into your head to the point it was making you lean over. He watched your arms slowly raise into the air, your gun also being pulled out in the process. "Drop it." Your hand open as your dropped your gun. You slowly turn to the man, your eyes squinting from the bright light. "Are you with the Marleyans?" He asked you. You raised an eyebrow. "Who?" ** What a night of trying to rob a bank turns into Y/n getting involved with one of the deadliest purge groups in the world. The question remains is if you can survive the entire 24 hours...

𝗬/𝗡 𝗶𝘀 𝗯𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝗯𝘁𝘄 𝗟𝗲𝗺𝗼𝗻𝘀✔︎ 𝗔𝗻𝗴𝘀𝘁✔︎ 𝗙𝗹𝘂𝗳𝗳✔︎ 𝗦𝗺𝘂𝘁✔︎ 𝗟𝗶𝗺𝗲𝘀✔︎

☽ "𝐇𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬. 𝐋𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐢𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦" ⤷ 𝘐𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩, 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘯 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘯𝘦𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘥, 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘱 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘸𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘴. 𝗝𝗝𝗞 𝗙𝗔𝗡𝗙𝗜𝗖