No Sutoka — Saiko

She took a hesitant step forward, not to attack, but to embrace. And when her arms wrapped around him, they were cold, desperate, and trembling. But they didn't tighten into a chokehold.

"You... you mean that?" she whispered, her voice so small it barely existed.

That was the key.

"I don't want to be your enemy," he continued, his voice steady despite the terror. "But I won't be your prisoner either. A real friend doesn't need chains."

Akira nodded. "I mean it."

And the game had only one rule: Survive the girl.

Akira opened his eyes. She was standing three feet away, but her knife hand trembled. In that instant, he didn't see a monster. He saw a girl who had been so desperate for connection that she had twisted love into a cage. Saiko no sutoka

Akira woke up in his own bed, drenched in sweat, the morning light warm on his face. For a moment, he thought it had all been a dream. Then he looked at his nightstand.