𝐑𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐤𝐨 𝐊𝐚𝐧𝐳𝐚𝐤𝐢 was raised to be the queen on the chessboard. With brilliance in her blood and the weight of a medical dynasty on her shoulders, she spent her life calculating every move,winning over every room, and crushing her every opponent. All except one. 𝐒𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐨 𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐲𝐚, her mirror and her opposite, the heir to a rival empire. Their rivalry was a cold war of perfect scores, stolen glances, and a game neither could afford to lose. A lifelong match of white versus black. But when the world shatters and they're stuck in the Borderlands, their endless match is interrupted by something far more dangerous. Now, stripped of privilege and trapped in a new world, Rin and Chishiya must face the one thing they never prepared for: Each other.

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.

Do you really think you offend me by calling me a witch? ㅤㅤAlice in Borderland. ㅤㅤRyohei Arisu / Fem!OC. ㅤㅤ© 2025 APPLEDOT.

𝘼𝙐: 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙨𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙖𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙝𝙮𝙨𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙡 𝙨𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙝 𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧'𝙨 𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙣, 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙗𝙤𝙙𝙞𝙚𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙫𝙖𝙨𝙚𝙨 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙨 𝙞𝙣𝙛𝙡𝙞𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙗𝙮 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙨𝙝 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙚𝙢𝙤𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙖𝙡 𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩. ‎˖ ࣪⊹𐙚 - ˗ˋ ୨୧ ˊ˗ - ᡣ𐭩 ྀིྀ ᯓ★ 𝘾𝙃𝙄𝙎𝙃𝙄𝙔𝘼 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐩 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭-𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐭, 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬. 𝐇𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐢𝐛𝐬, 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐝𝐚𝐰𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡 𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐭𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧. 𝐃𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐠𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐬, 𝐞𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤, 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐞 - 𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬, 𝐜𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭.

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.

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 cherry blossoms- the dearly resident, and carefully curated center-piece to her lonely dollhouse. She never minded seeing her porcelain skin covered in blood and wept tears if that meant to know the answer to love. 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, or did he believe in finding the answer to love. He didn't understand hearts, he learnt to fix them- Well, only theirs and never his own. 𝓣wo morbid souls who could never truly accept each other- or maybe just their own, distorted reflections. 𝓣hey simply follow each other, falling down into the rabbit hole- just two heartless, empty dolls, one born to save, and the other to heal fractured hearts, finding themselves in the Borderlands. 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. ──── 🃚 ──── started: july 3rd 2025 status: incomplete ended: n/a

Warning! Children left unattended will be sold to the circus. ㅤㅤAlice in Borderland. ㅤㅤSunato Banda / Fem!OC. ㅤㅤ© 2025 APPLEDOT.

╰┈➤ 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.

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