"I don't even deserve death. Im just a machine with a 96% success rate and even that isn't enough..." 𝒩𝒜𝒪𝒦𝒪 𝒮ℋℐ𝒪ℛℐ was just a depressed, average, high-achieving burnout law student. But inside? Shes hollow, cynical, nihilistic, pessimistic, calculating and logical. Nobody treated her like a decent human being, only a gambit pawn. Society wants her to be a tool? Fine. She'll be one. For her, life is all a sick and twisted game. If she has to play without consent, she doesn't want to be the best player it has ever seen; she'll settle for being one of the best. "I don't wish to depict the value of life. I don't even have the option to choose who lives and who dies." 𝒞ℋℐ𝒮ℋℐ𝒴𝒜 𝒮ℋ𝒰𝒩𝒯𝒜ℛ𝒪 was just a pediatric cardiovascular surgeon on the outside, a sociopathic, cynical, nihilistic and apathetic chess grandmaster on the inside. He tried caring, he really did. But the system? It stepped on his empathy, his effort. It did not care about how valuable a life truly was, only wealth and status seemed to dictate one's value. When her sepsis-ridden wrist met his cold, steady hands in an understaffed hospital, they both saw a reflection of themselves. She fled from the familiarity of his dead eyes but in the Borderland, there is nowhere left to run. With this twisted liminal reality compelling these two highly functional pessimists to play, what could possibly hurdle at them other than a laser?