❝𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘧 𝘸𝘦'𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘰𝘳 𝘪𝘧 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵.❞ 𝘕𝘢𝘵𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘪 𝘈𝘺𝘢𝘬𝘢 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘵 𝘣𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦-𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘛𝘰𝘬𝘺𝘰 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘢 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘭𝘺 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥. 𝘛𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘉𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘥, 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘢𝘭 𝘨𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘥𝘪𝘦𝘴, 𝘕𝘢𝘵𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘪 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘪𝘦, 𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘳𝘶𝘭𝘦 𝘪𝘴 "𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘴." 𝘉𝘦𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘴, 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘴, 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘕𝘪𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘪 - 𝘤𝘳𝘶𝘦𝘭, 𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘯𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘤, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘶𝘯𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦- 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨.

Mori Sayuri to 21 letnia studentka kryminalistyki będąca pół Koreanką i pół Japonką mieszkającą w Centrum Tokio wraz z swoimi chłodnymi, wyrachowanymi rodzicami którzy nigdy nie stawiali uczuć na pierwsze miejsce i od małego wmawiali jej że emocje nie są potrzebne w życiu. Jednak pewnego dnia jej studenckie życie ulega zmianie i zamiast codziennych wykładów, nauki i czarnej kawy miejsce zajmują śmiertelne gry w które Sayuri musi grać prawie codziennie. Będzie musiała podejmować trudne decyzje które będą często narażać jej życie. Sayuri spotka wiele wrogów, zdrajców a nawet znajome twarze. Jednak pojawi się ktoś kto ujrzy jej prawdziwą twarz i zauważy że nie jest taka idealna chłodna i bez emocji. Myślicie że Sayuri przeżyje? Koniecznie czytajcie rozdziały które będę pisać!

╰┈➤ 𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐑𝐈.. observed people to understand them. Chishiya observed them to use them. And for the first time in her life, she wondered.. was her ability to see through others a gift? Or a curse..? ** COMPLETED ** IMPRESSIVE RANKS!!: 1 in #aib 1 in #chishiya 9 in #majorcharacterdeath 31 in #ocean 27 in #comfort

𝗫𝗜𝗡𝗬𝗨 𝗞𝗢 - A porcelain-faced psychologist with glassy eyes and a smile that never reaches them. Once a hopeful child, she was molded by controlling hands into a fragile ornament, learning that affection is performance and perfection is survival. Now, she studies hearts not to heal, but to break. Her own colder than emptiness, knowing only how to mimic love. Nicknamed "𝘄á𝘄á" or "doll" for her painted grace. 𝗘𝗡𝗝𝗜 𝗠𝗔𝗧𝗦𝗨𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗧𝗔 - A soft-spoken, enigmatic hypnotherapist, master of control and subtle manipulation. Observant and calculating, he bends minds with quiet precision, treating trust as a gamble and distance as safety. Known as the "𝗝𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝗼𝗳 𝗛𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁𝘀," he never truly plays, yet never loses, finding beauty in suggestion and peace in obedience. Together, they are two sides of the same coin. A psychologist and a hypnotherapist: one understands 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁𝘀 only to break them, while the other bends 𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗱𝘀 until they forget. Both met before the Borderlands, yet only one bothers to remember. Now, in a world caught between life and death, Enji Matsushita waits for Xinyu Ko, his 𝗢𝗡𝗟𝗬 𝗟𝗢𝗩𝗘.

"So then I took my turn. Oh, what a thing to have done. And it was all yellow. Your skin, oh yeah, your skin, and bones. Turn into something beautiful. And you know, you know I love you so. You know I love you so.." ~ 𝙸𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚍𝚊 𝚈𝚞𝚔𝚊𝚛𝚒 was born and raised in the borderlands, or rather, build into being a Kitsune. She never knew anything else than manipulating and charming people. Her brother, ℑ𝔰𝔥𝔦𝔡𝔞 𝔫𝔬𝔥𝔢𝔦 felt similar, being diagnosed with psychopathy already at the age of four, shortly after Yukari was born and their parents decided to abandon them. They never thought about love. Why would they? No one ever cared enough after seeing what they truly were. Until now.

Warning! Children left unattended will be sold to the circus. MOKA INOUE epitomizes what happens when a child is left unsupervised. A product of a lack of attention, she grew up without a filter, which gave her the opportunity to explore the world, and thus, she lost herself in the place that found her most: the circus. There, she learned to entertain people and created a mask to hide who she truly was. She lived for deception, tricks, and exposure──always focused on entertaining the audience while also using it for her own entertainment. SUNATO BANDA grew up in a home where nothing ever seemed to work. He endured so much until he developed psychopathic tendencies. This was troubling, but no more so than surrendering to true human limits and killing four girls, soon being sentenced. On the day he was going to be executed, he was teleported to a new world──there, he met a girl as crazy as he was. The Borderlands made them be able to continue their acts──maybe not in the way they expected, but at least it worked. ㅤㅤAlice in Borderland. ㅤㅤSunato Banda / Fem!OC. ㅤㅤ© naomiwriites, 2025.

𝐍𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐢 𝐊𝐚𝐨𝐫𝐢 was a Detective working in Tokyo. Her life was the same, wake up, go to work, have a few beers and go to sleep. One day during work her life completely changed. The packed streets of Tokyo where you could barely hear your own self was now empty. She was in the borderlands but not playing the number cards but the joker card. Matsuyama Ryuji was a teacher. He was always curious of the afterlife and wanted to see what it felt like. He meets Usagi outside of the borderlands and gets her to join him through out the games. He starts feeling really comfortable around her , until he meets Kaori. Two people, Guided by fate, relying on each other to survive. How will this end?

𝒮𝓊𝓏𝓊𝓃𝑒 𝒮𝒽𝒾𝓇𝒶 ɪꜱ ᴀ ꜱʜʏ ᴘꜱʏᴄʜᴏʟᴏɢʏ ꜱᴛᴜᴅᴇɴᴛ ᴡʜᴏ ʜᴀꜱ ʟᴇᴀʀɴᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʟɪᴠᴇ Qᴜɪᴇᴛʟʏ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀᴄᴋɢʀᴏᴜɴᴅ. ᴜɴɪᴠᴇʀꜱɪᴛʏ ɪꜱ ʜᴇʀ ᴄʜᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇɢɪɴ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ, ꜰᴀʀ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀꜱᴛ ꜱʜᴇ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴛᴀʟᴋꜱ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ. ʀᴇꜱᴇʀᴠᴇᴅ ʏᴇᴛ ʙʀɪʟʟɪᴀɴᴛ, ꜱʜᴇ ᴅʀᴀᴡꜱ ᴀᴛᴛᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱʜᴀʀᴘɴᴇꜱꜱ ᴏꜰ ʜᴇʀ ᴡᴏʀᴋ- ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ᴀꜱꜱɪꜱᴛᴀɴᴛ ᴘʀᴏꜰᴇꜱꜱᴏʀ 𝑀𝒶𝓉𝓈𝓊𝓎𝒶𝓂𝒶 𝑅𝓎𝓊𝒿𝒾 ᴛᴀᴋᴇꜱ ᴀɴ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴇꜱᴛ ɪɴ ʜᴇʀ. ʜɪꜱ ᴄᴜʀɪᴏꜱɪᴛʏ ɪꜱ ᴘʀᴏꜰᴇꜱꜱɪᴏɴᴀʟ ᴀᴛ ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʟᴏꜱᴇʀ ʜᴇ ʟᴏᴏᴋꜱ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ʜᴇ ʙᴇɢɪɴꜱ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴇᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ 𝒮𝒽𝒾𝓇𝒶 ɪꜱ ꜰᴀʀ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴏʀᴅɪɴᴀʀʏ. ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴏᴏɴ, 𝒮𝓊𝓏𝓊𝓃𝑒 𝒮𝒽𝒾𝓇𝒶 ᴡɪʟʟ ʟᴇᴀʀɴ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪɴᴇ ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ʟɪꜰᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ ɪꜱ ᴛʜɪɴɴᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀɴ ꜱʜᴇ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ɪᴍᴀɢɪɴᴇᴅ.

𝑀𝒾𝓎𝓊𝓀𝒾 𝒦𝓊𝓇𝑜𝒹𝒶 ɪꜱ ᴏɴᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴊᴀᴘᴀɴ'ꜱ ᴍᴏꜱᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ ᴍᴜʀᴅᴇʀᴇʀꜱ. ᴄᴏʟᴅ, ᴄᴀʟᴄᴜʟᴀᴛᴇᴅ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴇʀʀɪꜰʏɪɴɢʟʏ ɪɴᴛᴇʟʟɪɢᴇɴᴛ, ꜱʜᴇ ᴋɪʟʟꜱ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴘʀᴇᴄɪꜱɪᴏɴ, ʟᴇᴀᴠɪɴɢ ɴᴏ ᴍɪꜱᴛᴀᴋᴇꜱ, ɴᴏ ᴇᴠɪᴅᴇɴᴄᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴏ ᴡɪᴛɴᴇꜱꜱᴇꜱ. ꜱʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴠᴇꜱ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀ ɢʜᴏꜱᴛ. ꜱʜᴇ'ꜱ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ᴘʀᴇꜱᴇɴᴛ, ɪᴍᴘᴏꜱꜱɪʙʟᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴀᴛᴄʜ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴜᴛᴛᴇʀʟʏ ʟᴇᴛʜᴀʟ. ᴍᴇᴀɴᴡʜɪʟᴇ, 𝑅𝒾𝓏𝓊𝓃𝒶 𝒜𝓃𝓃, ᴀ ʙʀɪʟʟɪᴀɴᴛ ꜰᴏʀᴇɴꜱɪᴄ ꜱᴄɪᴇɴᴛɪꜱᴛ, ɪꜱ ᴛᴀꜱᴋᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴀꜱᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴀꜱ ɢʀɪᴘᴘᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴀᴛɪᴏɴ. ᴏʙꜱᴇʀᴠᴀɴᴛ, ʟᴏɢɪᴄᴀʟ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴜɴꜰʟɪɴᴄʜɪɴɢ, ꜱʜᴇ ᴘɪᴇᴄᴇꜱ ᴛᴏɢᴇᴛʜᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʀᴀɪʟ 𝒦𝓊𝓇𝑜𝒹𝒶 ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇꜱ, ꜱʟᴏᴡʟʏ ᴜɴᴄᴏᴠᴇʀɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʀᴜᴛʜ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴏɴᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏꜱᴛ ᴇʟᴜꜱɪᴠᴇ ᴋɪʟʟᴇʀꜱ ᴊᴀᴘᴀɴ ʜᴀꜱ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ꜱᴇᴇɴ. ᴀɴ ᴀʟɪᴄᴇ ɪɴ ʙᴏʀᴅᴇʀʟᴀɴᴅ ꜰᴀɴꜰɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴ - ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀ ʙᴏᴅʏ ɪꜱ ᴛʀᴀᴘᴘᴇᴅ ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ʟɪꜰᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ.

╰┈➤ 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐈.. was a woman of many words-and fuck, she lied a lot. Lies slipped off her tongue like second nature, smooth and sharp, honed from years of necessity. She'd lied her entire life, raised in a crowded orphanage where everything was a choice: yourself, or someone else. If you wanted the last piece of bread, you lied. If you wanted to avoid a beating, you lied. Survival was built on quick thinking and a sharper tongue, and Chidori had both in spades. But then there was 𝒀𝑼𝒁𝑼𝑲𝑰 𝑩𝑨𝒀𝑨. Somehow, she'd slipped past all the walls Chidori had built, disarming her in ways she couldn't explain. Maybe it was the way Baya never asked for more than Chidori could give, or the quiet, patient way she listened-like she could hear the truth under every layer of bullshit. Against all odds, Chidori had grown to like her. And then, just as suddenly, Baya was gone. Disappeared the moment she turned nineteen, as if the world had swallowed her whole. Chidori stayed. One more year in that rotting, gray orphanage. One more year of empty bunks, silence where laughter used to echo, and the gnawing ache of being left behind. She didn't know if Baya had run away, or been taken, or worse. The questions ate at her, kept her awake at night. Alone, desperate, and wondering where Baya could've gone, Chidori felt the old habits returning like muscle memory. Maybe the truth had gotten her nowhere. Maybe the only way forward was to slip back into what she did best. Guess she'd just have to start lying again.