In a world where emotion gets you killed and silence keeps you alive, Aiharo Sayo walks the line between memory and instinct, almost human, and never quite whole. shuntaro chishiya x oc alice in borderland

"Dear Lord, when I get to Heaven. Please let me bring my man. When he comes, tell me that you'll let him in Father, tell me if you can. All that grace, all that body All that face makes me wanna party.He's my sun, he makes me shine like diamonds." ~ 𝗠𝗼𝗿𝗶𝘇𝗼𝗻𝗼 𝗔𝘆𝗮𝗸𝗮 had always been considered as crazy and totally insane, due to her being unable to feel emotions properly or recognize them like others do. It made her able to manipulate and kill freely, something that did help her survive in the borderlands. She never believed in love or even felt it truly, and 𝗦𝗵𝘂𝗻𝘁𝗮𝗿𝗼 𝗰𝗵𝗶𝘀𝗵𝗶𝘆𝗮 thought so similarly. For him, love or any other strong emotion was a weakness, especially in the borderlands. And yet, both of them became closer than they'd ever thought could happen.. whether it was a good or bad thing, neither of them knew. Season 1: ✅ Season 2: ✅ Act 3: ✅

𝐋𝐈𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋 Between one heartbeat and the next, there exists a space: liminal, fragile, infinite. It's the line between what was and what could be, between memory and oblivion, life and whatever echoes after it. 𝑴𝑰𝒁𝑼𝑵𝑶 𝑹𝑬𝑰𝑵𝑨, a young rehabilitation psychologist with a fractured past, wakes to find herself in a world where rules have no meaning, only survival does. She doesn't remember how she arrived, or the life she left behind. All she knows is that every choice is a gamble, and every loss takes more than blood. 𝑺𝑯𝑼𝑵𝑻𝑨𝑹Ō 𝑪𝑯𝑰𝑺𝑯𝑰𝒀𝑨, a prodigy of the mind and a man built from silence, moves through that same world with surgical precision. Logic is his weapon, detachment his shield. But when paths collide, something within that liminal space, between fear and curiosity, intellect and instinct, begins to shift. In the stillness between chaos and truth, Liminal tells the story of two people standing on the edge of reason, where love and survival can no longer be told apart.

𝓚𝐔𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐈 𝓡𝐄𝐈 was a cult leader and assassin who held a syringe filled with humanity's poison. Masked as a dying patient in a hospital, doctors ignored her because she looked like she wouldn't make it to the very next day. But they were wrong. She was dangerous. Not only in the way she coaxed innocent sheep toward the wolf's den but how she conducted a church with nothing but a veil and candle, where the hands of the desperate and seeking claw at her feet in a thirst for god's-no, her salvation. 𝓜ost assassins kill for orders. Kuromi believed otherwise. Where to her, it wasn't simply murder, believing it to be nature for the weak to follow the powerful. The world was overgrown greedy, selfish, rotting at the roots, she only pruned what did not deserve to bloom. 𝓢𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐎 𝓒𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐘𝐀 held a syringe like the antidote against humanity's poison. As a heart surgeon, human life was simply necessary in a system- not that that would ever explain why he never valued his own. Maybe because he had never once seen it as irreplaceable. He was quiet in the way empty rooms were quiet, his accuracy unsettling whether that blade he held with surgical hands was metaphorical or real. 𝓨et that never explained why his patients kept dying before he got to open their hearts. Why the world did not get better, only quieter, until one night, he saw who had been holding the rotten, bloody knife all this time. 𝓐 garden must be trimmed. A flock must be guided. For him, a heart must keep beating no matter the cost. And to her, an already selfish world must still be purified of human filth. 𝓣he two of them walked opposite directions- one playing god, other playing human, yet they followed each other like poison and antidote, falling into a land where there is no room for morals. 𝓑elief in the gods are lost, they are weak, but power is true once you get the slightest taste. And both of them refuse to let go.

꒰ 𝓜𝓎 𝓫𝑒𝒶𝓊𝓉𝓎 𝓲𝓈 𝓽𝒽𝑒 𝓼𝒾𝓃 𝓲'𝓋𝑒 𝓭𝑒𝓋𝑜𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝓯𝑜𝓇 𝔂𝑜𝓊 ꒱ 𝓔𝐋𝐘𝐒𝐈𝐀 𝓜𝐈𝐙𝐔𝐊𝐈 was that doll you never wanted. A porcelain beauty left to rot in flower pressed graves that simply took the skin of a beautiful, human psychiatrist. Her beauty was one that bloomed in blossoms- playing the role of the dearly resident, and carefully curated center-piece to her lonely dollhouse. She never minded seeing her porcelain skin covered in blood and maiden tears if that meant to know the answer to the meaning of love and life 𝓣hen, she looked into the mirror 𝓢𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐎 𝓒𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐘𝐀 was an apathetically grey heart surgeon who didn't understand love. Didn't need love. An empty soul bearing the skin of an alike empty human. He worked with careful precision and emotionless strategy that didn't require feelings, nor did he believe in finding the answer to love or humanity. He didn't understand hearts, he learnt to fix them- Only theirs and never his own. He says he only lives only to show others how empty a human can be 𝓣wo morbid souls who could never truly accept each other- or maybe just their own, distorted reflections. Despite theoretical differences, they see each other embodied as their own selfish desires. The same gaze, the same porcelain body. The same emptiness 𝓕or eternity, they simply live to follow each other, falling down into the absolute, wonderland rabbit hole- just two heartless, empty dolls, one born to save, and the other to heal fractured hearts. Suffering from a consuming, elysian desire, making both impossible to change unless someone finally takes an interest in them 𝓣here there is no room for morality, nor principles, let alone for judging what is good and what is evil 𝓟erhaps that is what makes humanity so beautiful to people who already lost theirs

in which 𝐘𝐔𝐌𝐈 𝐒𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐑𝐀 , a 20 y/o Japanese literature student finds herself fighting for her life in a twisted world where she has to play games in order to survive all that while running away from her dark past. in which 𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐔 𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐇𝐄𝐈 , a gamer boy who just dropped out of university , realizing he would do anything in his willpower to return to the real world, now making her survival his priority and being the only thing keeping her sane...but for how long? " Make a decision Arisu...before the borderlands make it for you. " A lover, or a friend? A fellow playmate , or a soulmate? A love story or a tragedy? Is it just the survival bond they share or so much more? Read to find out!

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 eeven capable of tolerating each other? started: middle of May '25 I assume?