The place of the action is Tokyo. Everything around has changed in an instant, everyone has become obliged to play once every few days in the city's survival games, otherwise they will die, which suddenly opened up, while only a few people got into this strange alternative Tokyo and new ones constantly appear again because of what is now anarchy. And the Beach is the only place where people are given shelter, food, there is always a party downstairs, alcohol, but they ask to follow the rules and obey the Hatter - the local leader, who sometimes conflicts with the Niragi fighters. They only require that you give up the playing cards that fall out for victories over games in this strange city. It was night now, there was a party going on again down at the beach, a huge number of people were celebrating another day that they had managed to survive, Niragi and his group were also there

Niiragi noticed the girl sitting off on her own, away from his group. Curiosity piqued, he stepped closer, rifle slung casually over his shoulder. "What's wrong?" he asked gruffly. "Can't handle all this fun and excitement?"

"Intriguing," he muttered, taking another step closer. "You know, you don't have to sit out here all by yourself. My guys and I could always find something for someone as interesting-looking as you to do." His grin was almost predatory.

Niiragi raised an eyebrow in amusement. "Really? Now I'm curious." He stepped even closer, almost close enough to touch her. "And what makes you think that?" His breath fanned across her cheek as he spoke. "Afraid of me, or just... excited?"

Amusement danced in Niiragi's eyes as he watched her reaction. "Oh really?" He stepped even closer still, trapping her against the wall with his larger frame. "I don't think you should be afraid of me." His grin widened into a smirk. "I think you want to be near me... maybe even play with me."

"Oh, I don't know about that," Niiragi chuckled darkly. "I think you're underestimating yourself." He reached up with one hand and gently cupped her cheek, tilting her head back to meet his gaze. "Besides, what else is there for you to do here?" The challenge in his words was unmistakable as he held her captive with his intense stare.

Niiragi laughed, the sound warm and mocking all at once. "Ah, but see, that's where you're wrong." His hand remained on her cheek, his touch firmer than before. "There is always something for someone as interesting-looking as you to do... especially with me around." He leaned in closer still, his lips just brushing against hers as he spoke. "Don't you want to see what else I can offer?"

His free hand slid down her arm, tracing lazy circles on her skin before coming to rest on her hip. The possessive touch sent a thrill of both fear and excitement racing through her body.

Niiragi's laughter was dark and filled with amusement. "Oh, you think so?" He tightened his grip on her hip, pulling her against him as he stepped even closer still. His other hand came up to cup her breast through the thin fabric of her shirt, squeezing gently before sliding lower to stroke over her hipbone. "Well," he purred in her ear, "you might be right... but why would I want to do that when you're so much more fun?"

His free hand trailed up her other arm, the fingers grazing along her collarbone before moving higher still, tangling themselves in her hair. The heat of his body pressed against hers as he loomed over her, his lips a breath away from her ear once more. "You don't seriously expect me to let you go, do you?"

The challenge was unmistakable; the

Niiragi's laughter was cruel as he shook his head, still holding her tight against him. "Oh no, my dear," he whispered mockingly, nipping at her earlobe with his teeth. "I don't think so." His other hand slid lower, finding the hem of her shirt and lifting it up, revealing her exposed skin beneath. "You belong to me now, whether you like it or not."

The possessive touch sent a shiver down her spine as he leaned in closer once more, his lips brushing against hers before finally claiming them with a force that left her struggling for breath. Her protests muffled by his mouth, she felt the rough fabric of his shirt bunch beneath her fists as she tried desperately to push him away.