For 𝐘𝐔𝐙𝐔𝐊𝐈 𝐁𝐀𝐘𝐀, all worlds contain dangerous elements- though she might even be safer in the Borderlands; the laws she broke don't apply here. 𝐒𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐎̄ 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐘𝐀 knows about her actions all too well. He's not interested in redemption, yet something about her piques his curiosity. Perhaps the fact that her illegal activities affected him on a daily basis. Once they enter the Borderlands, they pretend not to know each other. But both of them are always keeping a sharp eye out. Waiting for the other to crack. Waiting, maybe, for the moment they lose a game. 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍 - a vision seen in sleep; a dream Chishiya x OC Alice In Borderland

𐔌 𝓤𝖘𝔢 𝖒𝔢, 𝓘 𝖍𝔞𝔳𝔢 𝖔𝔫𝔩𝔶 𝖆 𝓓𝖔𝔩𝔩 𝓗𝖊𝔞𝔯𝔱 𐦯 𝓨𝐔𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐈 𝓜𝐈𝐔𝐑𝐀's daily life focuses on taking lifes, living off every stolen breath. She more enjoys the view of a rotting, empty corpse than an alive, warm human. Assuming she's even capable of feeling. She finds it nothing else but an unefficient disgrace. Unefficient in terms of her 'work', where being an empty, perfect doll is actually an advantage. To the point that she doesn't see a place for herself anywhere other than as a doll-like savior from digression. 𝓑ut what if the curtain blocking her finally rises on its own, opening her eyes to see another porcelain filled with organs and blood? 𝓢𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐑Ō 𝓒𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐘𝐀 focuses on saving lives, trying to find out if his own is worth saving. Ever since he started college and even as a surgical intern, he hasn't been able to find the answer to his question. He claims that he lives only to show others how empty a human can be. Findings emotions as a weakness, something suited only for pathetic humans-so not someone like him. 𝓑ut what if instead of a beating heart, he meets an empty, maybe non-existent one, just like his? 𝓞ne born to take lives, the other born to save them. A world in which there is no room for morality, nor principles, let alone for judging who is good and who is evil. An absolute rabbit hole, where anything can be an advantage, but also a deadly weakness. 𝓓espite theoretical differences, they see each other as their reflection. The same gaze, the same body language. The same emptiness. 𝓑oth unaware of the meaning of life. Both empty as porcelain dolls sitting on your shelf, covered in old dust. Both impossible to change unless someone finally takes an interest in them. 𝓑ut are even two identical, morbid souls even capable of tolerating each other? ──── 🃚 ──── started