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.

Mentre i ricordi emergono a frammenti, Rika si trova costretta a confrontarsi con la verità sul Borderland: i giochi mortali, le perdite, le alleanze e i legami che aveva stretto con tutti i sopravvisuti. Ma ogni risposta porta nuove domande. E ora, con la memoria finalmente completa, una sola domanda resta sospesa nell'aria: Quanto sei disposta a rischiare per ricordare tutto?

𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐀𝐘𝐀𝐌𝐀 𝐀𝐈𝐊𝐎 hates her life. She's only just making it through, studying psychology at college and working as a surgeon assistant at the hospital in the rest of her time. The doctor she assists is cold and calculating - perfect for the job. She's burnt out, depressed, and she almost wishes the world would just disappear. Until it does. 𝐒𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐎 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐘𝐀 doesn't feel anything. He gets on with each day by routine. He performs surgeries at the hospital as if they come as naturally as breathing, although his assistant messes up on the daily. He hasn't even bothered to learn her name. He messed up badly with a patient, and it weighs on his shoulders every day. He doesn't know the meaning of life, but he craves to find out. 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐁𝐔𝐘𝐀, 𝐓𝐎𝐊𝐘𝐎. The whole city is deserted, it seems. 𝐀 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄.

𝐒𝐔𝐙𝐔𝐊𝐈 𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐈𝐊𝐎 has always been seen as a ghost, destined to remain invisible within her own life. As a child, she lost her parents in a fatal accident-or at least, that is what she was always told. In the orphanage, a place where emotions and feelings were considered a flaw, she grew attached to the most logical and detached discipline possible: neurology. Years of study rewarded her with a position at Tokyo University Hospital, where she meets a prodigious cardiovascular surgeon. 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐘𝐀 𝐒𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐎 raised in a house where the only sign of life was the steady ticking of a clock, learned at a young age that if he needed something, he had to obtain it on his own, without relying on anyone. Feelings-especially love-were distractions meant to disrupt thought and brain chemistry, turning everything into chaos. And chaos, in an operating room, was not allowed. Two souls so alike in their obsessive logic meet in a darker, emptier version of Tokyo, where they are forced to take part in deadly games to earn just one more day of life. Will two people so opposite, yet so painfully similar, manage to survive in a place where a single second of hesitation can cost everything? ────୨ৎ────

╰┈➤ 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐘𝐎.. was soft. That's how people saw her, though nobody ever saw the true horror beneath her skin. Her "kind" act was nothing but a cover up, and the Borderlands was ready to rip her open. Luckily, Chiyo had never been too afraid of exposure. 𝐍𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐈.. was rough, but he had been shaped that way-sharpened by every bruise life carved into him. People only saw the violence on the surface, but no one knew the real source of that darkness, or how it had been her hands-her actions, her absence, her choices-that slowly molded him into this version of himself. And worst of all, she knew it. She had watched the light drain from him, piece by piece, until only this version of him remained. (Will continue when s3 releases!)

━━━━━━𝐢 𝐠𝐨 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 started; @,' 4/5/26 published; @,' 4/14/24 status; @,' ongoing 🃜🃚🃖🃁🂭🂺 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇, Saito Saeko, a gambler as she acts innocent and pure to get her way, doing anything if it gets in her way of survival and pure fun, but it seems a doctor has gotten in her way. ✹ 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇, Shuntaro Chishiya, a calm, intelligent ex-doctor, could see right through Saeko's act and never falls for it, but as similar they are, she makes him feel weird, in both a good and bad way. And he has to stop it. But will he? chishiya x fem! oc 🃜🃚🃖🃁🂭🂺

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.

For 𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐍 𝐑𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒, survival has always meant fighting - illegal wrestling matches in Shibuya, nights spent trading blood for money, and a life cut open by the loss of her brother. But survival was never just about herself. Ayen has always thrown her fists, her voice, and even her body on the line for others, protecting people who could not protect themselves. For 𝐒𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐎 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐘𝐀, survival has always meant calculation - cold logic, unreadable eyes, and a detachment that leaves him untouched by guilt. At least, until Ayen steps back into his orbit, dragging with her the memory of a boy whose life slipped through his hands. Once they meet again in the Borderlands, hatred feels safer than honesty. But hatred has limits. And as the games grow bloodier, their lives begin to orbit closer-two players bound by a past neither can change, and a future that depends on choices more dangerous than any card. ᯓ★ An Alice in Borderland fanfiction. Chishiya x fem! oc trope: enemies to lovers, slowburn, kinda of second chance romance [COMPLETED UNTIL S3]

𝘈𝘛𝘛𝘌𝘕𝘡𝘐𝘖𝘕𝘌: Questa storia sarà incentrata su un rapporto fisico, tenendo in considerazione il trauma del protagonista principale di sesso maschile. Diverse tipologie di abusi saranno presenti durante la narrazione: chiedo la gentilezza di evitare questo genere di racconto ai minori. I PRESTAVOLTI DEI PERSONAGGI NON CANONICI SONO DELLE PERSONE REALI. VI PREGO DI NON CONFONDERLI E CONSIDERARE CHE QUESTA STORIA È FRUTTO DELLA MIA FANTASIA. Il personaggio di Chishiya Shuntaro seguirà sia il manga che il LA. Avrà già finito gli studi come neurochirurgo, la sua età si aggirerà intorno ai 25 anni. Anche la trama avrà delle variazioni: alcuni scenari saranno differenti, ma seguiranno sempre lo stesso corso. Grazie mille per il supporto!! ❛Niente successe per caso. Se il concetto di soluzione poteva essere applicato a qualsiasi ambito, anche l'arrivo di Maki nel luogo più crudele e disparato dell'universo aveva visto il fato come inquietante artefice. Il destino poteva esser definito in svariati modi: un agente capace di prevedere il futuro, l'insieme di cause determinanti capaci di modificare il futuro degli esseri umani. I filosofi tenevano in alta considerazione quel fenomeno astratto, malgrado non fosse presente alcuna risposta. Le domande di senso, la paura della morte, l'ignoto... Tutto ciò accomunava i singoli viventi, in grado di provare profondo spavento verso ciò che non conoscevano. Maki trovava quel mondo incredibilmente monotono e ripetitivo, a differenza dei suoi simili: non avere risposte era affascinante, secondo la ragazza, che studiava quotidianamente per diventare una psichiatra di successo. Era innegabile che dietro quelle parole spavalde e misteriose, c'era un passato deprimente e tumultuoso❜.

𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐲𝐚 𝐱 𝐎𝐂: ❛Ti ammiro perché, nonostante il vuoto che hai dentro, hai deciso di essere una forza positiva in questo universo quando si sa, sarebbe stato molto più semplice essere marci dentro.❜ ⊱⋅ ─── ⋅⊰ 𓆩♡𓆪 ⊱⋅ ─── ⋅⊰ «𝑁𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑎 𝑣𝑖𝑡𝑎 𝑛𝑜𝑛 𝑜𝑡𝑡𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑖 𝑐𝑖𝑜̀ 𝑐ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑖... 𝑜𝑡𝑡𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑖 𝑐𝑖𝑜̀ 𝑝𝑒𝑟 𝑐𝑢𝑖 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑏𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑖, 𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑜 ℎ𝑜 𝑠𝑐𝑒𝑙𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑖 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑏𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑝𝑒𝑟 𝑣𝑜𝑖.» - Prosegue Evaine senza mai staccare gli occhi da quei cuoricini disegnati mentre continua ad inserire un'iniziale dentro ad ogni cuore: «𝑂𝑔𝑛𝑖 𝑖𝑛𝑖𝑧𝑖𝑎𝑙𝑒 𝑟𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑎 𝑢𝑛𝑎 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑜𝑛𝑎 𝑖𝑚𝑝𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑒 𝑛𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑎 𝑚𝑖𝑎 𝑣𝑖𝑡𝑎.» «𝐸 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑖 𝑛𝑜𝑛 𝑐'𝑒̀ 𝑙𝑎 𝑡𝑢𝑎 𝑖𝑛𝑖𝑧𝑖𝑎𝑙𝑒?» - Chiede Chishiya con tono fermo e deciso, lasciandole un bacio sulla sommità della testa e lei si prende un secondo per godersi appieno ogni suo piccolo gesto: «𝐷𝑒𝑣𝑜 𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑓𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑖 𝑙𝑎 𝑚𝑒𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑎 𝑠𝑢𝑙 𝑞𝑢𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑡𝑢 𝑠𝑖𝑎 𝑖𝑚𝑝𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑒?»