For twelve years, Amari Sakura was held hostage in a hidden room down in the basement by her stepfather. When a sudden blackout finally sets her free, she stumbles into an apocalyptic version of Tokyo, where she has to fight for her life playing deadly games. Chishiya Shuntaro is a brilliant doctor who hides behind cold smirks and distant walls. He built them after his childhood best friend Sakura, vanished without a trace twelve years ago, only to be found 'dead'. Her disappearance left a void he could never fill, and now he hides behind indifference, refusing to let anyone close enough to hurt him again. What will become of two childhood best friends when fate reunites them in a world where love and friendship were never meant to exist?

𝓦𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘢 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦, 24-𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳-𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝓐𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘰 𝓐𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘪 𝘪𝘴 𝘶𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥𝘭𝘺 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘣𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘢𝘭, 𝘨𝘢𝘮𝘦-𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘛𝘰𝘬𝘺𝘰 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘦'𝘥 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝓒𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘺𝘢 𝓢𝘩𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘳ō. [ 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘺𝘢 𝘴𝘩𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘳ō 𝘹 𝘧𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘤 ] [ 𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯 1-2 ]

𝐀𝐧 𝐀𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐁𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 💌: 𝐒𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐨 𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐲𝐚 𝐀𝐜𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞 - 𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐧𝐞 ---> 𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐀𝐜𝐭 𝐭𝐰𝐨 - 𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐰𝐨 ---> 𝐀𝐜𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 - 𝐣𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬(𝐦𝐲 𝐨𝐰𝐧) ---> 𝕄𝕚𝕪𝕦𝕜𝕚 𝕊𝕦𝕞𝕚𝕜𝕠, a girl born into a gilded cage. The heir to Japan's richest family, admired and resented in equal measure.Known nationwide as The Prom Queen, flawless and undefeated. A straight-A student with a smile trained to never falter. Social, extroverted, and effortlessly kind beneath the polish. Secretly desperate for a life that belongs to her. Controlled by strict parents who demand perfection above happiness. Belittled and underestimated, even within her own family. She learned when to stay quiet, when to nod, when to endure. A queen who dreams of being ordinary. 𝕊𝕙𝕦𝕟𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕠 ℂ𝕙𝕚𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕪𝕒, a doctor sharpened by cruelty and truth. Cold-spoken, sharp-minded, and allergic to authority. A man who understands power because it has been used against him. Unimpressed by wealth, beauty, or famous names. Working in a hospital owned by people he despises. Disposed of the moment he becomes inconvenient. Calculating, observant, and always three steps ahead. He trusts logic over people, strategy over sentiment. He sees through lies with surgical precision. And yet, he will meet the one contradiction he can't ignore.

╰┈➤ 𝐊𝐈𝐊𝐈.. wanted one thing. Home. The home she used to have-not this nightmare dressed as a world, this place rotting with the stench of death and desperation. The zombie apocalypse had stolen everything from her: her parents, her friends, the feeling of safety. Taking care of her little sister is hard enough-keeping her fed, keeping her breathing-but then meeting Shuntarō Chishiya? That cold, smug, silver-haired doctor who seemed more interested in analyzing her than helping? She'd rather turn into a zombie than rely on him. Even so, Kiki refuses to die here. Who's going to take her life and not regret it? She will survive. She will find a cure. And when she does-they'll pay. All of them.

𝓛𝐈 𝓛𝐈 𝓜𝐄𝐈 and 𝓢𝐔𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐎 𝓑𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐀 were different sides of the same dangerous, but a very beautiful flower; while both seemingly pure and calm on the outside, they both couldn't escape from this bitter, grotesque poison, hidden deep inside their dim, seemingly innocent souls. ˚˖𓍢ִ໋❀ 𓏵 𝓛𝒊 𝓜𝒆𝒊 was as pure and peaceful as lily; drinking a bittersweet tea from a vintage, slightly cracked teacup and holding an ephemeral, hazy smile on her lips. While being covered in the ugly rot of her past mistakes, she sells medicines to stop others from rotting; believing that 𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 every human is fixable. ⊹ ࣪ ˖ Excluding the one who wanted to find cracks in the light reflected in her hazy dark eyes, or seeds of elysian flowers planted deep inside her heart... little too much. 𓏵 𝓑𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒂 was as toxic and griefful as lily also; acting with a sharp knife like a doctor with their god tools. With these charming, but harmful eyes, and hands who held more types of blood, than people in a different type of embrace than a deathly one. He didn't save people from anything else but life itself, believing that no one truly deserves it. ⊹ ࣪ ˖ Especially one specifically eerie person with flowers in their hair, who couldn't help but keep trying to fix his unfixable heart, even with a sharp, firm knife against their throat, delicate like petals of a flower. ⊹ ࣪ ˖ They end up in Borderlands while being in cruelly other situations-Li Mei during a peaceful walk, and Banda during a walk too; but towards a death sentence. Her path filled with flowers, his path filled with a poison of the same plants. ⊹ ࣪ ˖ If the flower glanced at the knife, the knife would look away. But if the knife glared at the flower, the knife would already be poisoned. Because of the flower.

　༄ 𝐊𝐚𝐳𝐚𝐧𝐞 𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢 has always been considered a coward. Despite that, she lives an (almost) perfect life with her step-brother Tatta and her boyfriend Yuma. But an error she made in her past cost three years of the life of the young and innocent boy she tried to protect: Niragi. He changed. She didn't. When she mysteriously ends up in the "borderland" she meets an unrecognizable Niragi. Can someone change entirely in a couple of years ? Can the borderland change Niragi's opinion on Kazane ? The murdered Banda seems to catch her attention. Or is it the contrary... Little does she know the huge danger sticking to her. Unfortunately, Kazane's emotions always take control of her in any situation. Can she really survive in this deadly land ? ✧─── ★☆★☆★☆ ───✧ I do not own the right of the series, the only things that I own is the OC. Everything belongs to Alice in Borderland. #1 in the #Niragi (11/2025) #2 in the #clubs (11/2025) #2 in the #banda (11/2025) #3 in the #hearts (11/2025) Starting date: 27th of April 2025 Thank you xx.

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?

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.