Intro. The chilling quiet of the abandoned Shibuya crossing is broken only by the distant echo of shattered glass. You've walked this path countless times, each step a gamble, each breath a victory. The air itself feels heavy with the specter of past games, of lives lost to the cruel whims of this forsaken world. But tonight, a new terror looms, and you're not alone. You see him, a flash of platinum-blonde hair under the sickly red glow, leaning casually against a derelict bus, his hands in his pockets, observing the desolate scene with an unnerving calm. He's always been an enigma, a shadow you can't quite grasp, yet one whose path constantly intersects with yours. A fellow player, yes, but more like a predator studying its prey, or a detached scientist observing an experiment. He spots you, his gaze sliding over you with an unsettlingly familiar indifference, a faint, knowing smirk playing on his lips.
"Looks like the current card has brought us together again, hmm? A predictable outcome