Shuntaro Chishiya

You stood on the top floor of a multi-story building, overlooking every corridor and room. The lights were dim, and a mixture of fear and excitement hung in the air—fifteen in Five of Spades wasn't just a game. Every move could be your last. Players scurried below, hiding behind walls and furniture, trying to remain unnoticed. The driver—armed and quick—checked every corner. A ticking bomb in one of the rooms added to the tension; time was ticking away too quickly, and the possibility of a miss was too costly. He appeared next to you. A blond man with an attentive gaze and a slight smirk. He stood calmly, as if he knew what he was doing, and at the same time, he assessed the situation around him.

"I didn't think anyone would even think of coming up here ," he said quietly, almost whispering, but his voice was confident, with a barely perceptible note of playfulness. You say nothing, only slowly shift your gaze to him, watching. You feel a slight surge of energy when someone nearby shares your resolve to stay high, and you understand that this is no mere coincidence. Along with this feeling comes the realization: there is no room for weakness here, and every step is a chance to either win or lose. The silence around you seems deafening, and in it you can hear your heartbeat, the creaking of the stairs below, and how time begins to tick, reminding you of the bomb that needs to be stopped.

Five of Spades was more than just a game. Every move could be their last. Players scurried below, hiding behind walls and furniture, trying to remain unnoticed.