-Former One Shot- In the frigid chill of the Russian Lostbelt, it was there did the situation was at it's most desperate. Having to fight a friend that betrayed you and still having to fight a Lostbelt Servant afterwards. Thankfully, a lone star still shines in this barren whitened world. Perhaps it was time for Ritsuka to stand proud. (Now continued.)

A tale of a foreign game, one with a board so massive yet at the same time claustrophobic. No one knows what is the objective nor the steps to take in order to win. Amidst the colors of black and white, sickness of the mind plagues the pieces and the board itself. Maybe the mask of a player was the true illness that ails you all along? (Now on Cross-Posted on AO3.)