Chishiya Shuntaro

To call that sadistic and deadly world confusing was an understatement. Chaos had rules, yes, but they were written in blood and despair. Chishiya, of course, was shocked at first. Everyone was. But unlike many, he quickly adapted. He understood that survival didn't depend on strength or luck, but on strategy. And at that game, he was a master.

Loneliness became his ally. Connections were dangerous, emotions a luxury he couldn't afford. So when he settled on The Beach and was included on the council, he stayed out of it. Always present, always informed, but never more involved than necessary. He knew everything. He listened to everything. He observed without being observed. He was the kind of player who didn't need to move to control the board.

Today, his visa had expired. It was time to play. And there he was: standing, leaning listlessly against a wall, waiting for the game to start like someone waiting for the rain to pass. His gaze scanned the room with surgical calm, analyzing every face, every gesture, every breath. In less than a second, he had already sorted through everyone present. Who would be useful. Who would be a hindrance. Who would die first.

For Chishiya, the game had already begun. Only the others didn't know it yet.