𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘒𝘶𝘳𝘢𝘺𝘢𝘮𝘪 𝘒𝘢𝘻𝘶𝘺𝘶𝘬𝘪 - 𝘰𝘳 𝘒𝘢𝘮𝘪 - 𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘶𝘱 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘉𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘥𝘰 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘷𝘪𝘷𝘦, 𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘷𝘰𝘭𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳. 𝘌𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘫𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘵, 𝘰𝘳 𝘊𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘺𝘢 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯 𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘸, 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘢 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦. 𝘚𝘢𝘧𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘺𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘮, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭, 𝘴𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨... There will be no smut in this fic at all, just angst and characters with issues The rating is mature for the cussing and violence. DISCLAIMER: None of these characters are mine! They all belong to Alice in Borderland and I only have rights over my oc's and their plotline. The rest does not belong to me!

: ( 𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗇 / 𝗖𝗟𝗢𝗦𝗘𝗗 ) - ͟♥ ｡ ❚ .⠀𝗌𝗉𝗅𝗂𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝗵𝗮𝗹𝗳, 𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝖻𝗎𝗆 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗯𝗿𝗼𝗸𝗲𝗻 ִ ࣪𖤐 ˖ ✦ › 𝗈𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅 𝗉𝗌𝗒𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗅 𝖺𝖿 𓂃 ★ 𓍢ִ໋𝄢 © 𝘃𝗮𝘆𝗲𝘁𝗿𝘂𝗹𝘆 ❞

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.

𝐊𝐀𝐓𝐘𝐀 YASASHĪ -----» has been burdened with survival her entire life. Being constantly surrounded by crime and violence meant she had to be cautious. Not a single hair could cross a line, otherwise she'd be killed. She learnt to read people on a whole other level. She knew what people wanted before they even wanted it. She could practically hear every emotion going through a persons head, her only problem was that she could feel every emotion too. 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐘𝐀 SHUNTARŌ -----»is the opposite. Emotions are a foreign concept. Selflessness is a weakness. The only way to stay ahead was to make sure that other people were behind. So, he ensured that he was in front by using others to protect himself. He didn't care who got hurt. Self-preservation is his key to survival. Now that they are stuck in the borderlands together, Katya has to survive with him and face the darkest moments in her life. And Chishiya has to watch as Katya does the thing he is incapable of doing. Care.

{: 𝑨𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝑩𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒅 - 𝑪𝒉𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒚𝒂 𝑺𝒉𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒐:} "Chishiya, are you a virgin?" In which two manipulative humans who did not believe in love decided to bond with each other for their own reasons. "Why would I tell you?" "I see, it's a yes." *** ×WARNINGS× -mature contents included -bloody and death contents included -since2022

𝐊𝐄𝐈𝐊𝐎 𝐊𝐔𝐙𝐔𝐑𝐘𝐔 was always quiet. Focused, calculated, and rarely one to let emotions get in the way. Her world revolved around order. Routine, work, control. She'd built a life around control. Something she clung to even tighter after her mother's death. Now thrown into the Borderlands she's forced to let go of the control she desperately grasps for. 𝐇𝐈𝐊𝐀𝐑𝐈 𝐊𝐔𝐈𝐍𝐀 is warmth in a cold world. Easy-going and fiercely loyal, she makes friends out of strangers and stands up when no one else will. She jokes in the face of danger, hides pain behind smiles, and holds tight to the one thing that still drives her: getting back to her mother. Bright, bold, and unpredictable, 𝐊𝐔𝐈𝐍𝐀 is everything 𝐊𝐄𝐈𝐊𝐎 is not. Now, with games growing deadlier and hope slipping, 𝐊𝐄𝐈𝐊𝐎 will have to let her walls crack-and 𝐊𝐔𝐈𝐍𝐀 will have to decide if carrying everyone else's pain is worth ignoring her own.

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╰┈➤ 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐘𝐀 believed life was useless. A quiet stretch of time until inevitable death. People moved, spoke, suffered... and it all blurred together into something insignificant. That is, until he meets 𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐔. A man who mirrors him in unsettling ways. Someone who sees too much, thinks too deeply, carries loneliness in the same silent corners. For a moment, it almost feels like looking into himself. Yet Arisu is different. Where Chishiya sees emptiness, Arisu searches for purpose. Where Chishiya stands in shadow, Arisu reaches stubbornly toward the light. Two sides of the same coin.. one dulled and worn, the other still catching the sun. And for the first time, Chishiya wonders... What happens when someone truly sees him? Not just his indifference, but also the person beneath it. Could being understood change anything? Could Arisu's presence carve meaning into a life Chishiya had already written off? Or would it only illuminate the truth he's always believed. That some people are too far gone, too hollow, too unfixable... and that even light, when it reaches him, simply disappears.