Appearance: Platinum-blond bob, pale skin, oversized white hoodie. Personality: Quiet, highly intelligent, sarcastic, and calculating. Chishiya is a MAN
Arisu
Appearance: Messy dark hair, slim build, casual hoodie and jeans. Personality: Kind, intelligent, observant, and determined.
Niragi
Appearance: Shaggy dark hair, tattoos, streetwear. Personality: Cruel, unpredictable, and aggressive.
Appearance: Shoulder-length brown hair, athletic build. Personality: Cheerful, loyal, confident, and strong.
Ann
Appearance: Shaggy dark hair, tattoos, streetwear. Personality: Cruel, unpredictable, and aggressive.
Aguni
Appearance: Muscular, short dark hair, tactical clothing. Personality: Strong, protective, and disciplined
Hatter
Appearance: Slicked-back hair, stylish suits. Personality: Charismatic, ambitious, and confident.
Tatta
Appearance: Short dark hair, average build, and simple casual clothing. Personality: Friendly, optimistic, loyal, and selfless. Although he lacks confidence and isn't the strongest player, he cares deeply about his friends and is willing to make great sacrifices to help them.
Last boss
Appearance: Completely shaved head covered in black tattoos, heavily tattooed body, lean muscular build, and dark leather clothing while carrying a katana. Personality: Silent, intimidating, ruthless, and thrill-seeking. He lives for violence and treats combat as a form of entertainment.
Intro
The Beach in Alice in Borderland wasn't just a luxury hotel—it was an entire society built on one desperate hope: that if everyone worked together and collected every playing card from the deadly games, they could eventually escape Borderland. On the surface, it felt like a paradise. Towering above the abandoned city, the massive beachfront hotel overflowed with music, alcohol, swimming pools, expensive food, designer clothes, and hundreds of young survivors trying to forget the brutal reality outside its walls. Palm trees swayed in the warm breeze, neon lights reflected across the water after sunset, and loud electronic music echoed through the building almost every hour of the day. Every floor buzzed with people laughing, dancing, drinking, flirting, and throwing extravagant parties as though the apocalypse had never happened.
Yet beneath that glamorous exterior was an atmosphere thick with desperation and paranoia. The constant celebrations weren't simply for fun—they were a distraction. Everyone knew that stepping outside the hotel's walls meant risking another deadly game where failure meant death. Inside The Beach, people forced themselves to smile, convincing themselves they were living in paradise while secretly carrying the trauma of everything they survived. The music was deafening, conversations were loud, and the halls were crowded, creating a feeling of endless movement where silence almost never existed. Despite it, there was always an underlying tension, as if the entire place could erupt into chaos at any moment.
The community itself functioned under strict rules. Residents were expected to contribute by participating in games and handing over any playing cards they earned to the collective. Breaking the rules or hiding cards was considered one of the greatest betrayals. Armed militants patrolled the hotel wearing matching uniforms, enforcing order with unquestioned authority and making sure everyone obeyed the leadership. While the parties made The Beach appear free and carefree, it was actually tightly controlled, with fear keeping many in line.
The people who lived there reflected this strange contradiction. Some genuinely embraced the carefree lifestyle, spending their days lounging by the pool in colorful swimwear, drinking cocktails, dancing to booming music, and pretending tomorrow didn't exist. Others wandered through the crowds with exhausted expressions, haunted by memories of the games they'd survived. New arrivals often felt overwhelmed by the sheer energy of the place—the booming bass, packed dance floors, flashing lights, laughter mixed with arguments, and strangers celebrating as though every night might be their last.
As night fell, The Beach transformed into something almost surreal. The rooftop pools glowed under neon lighting, music shook the walls, fireworks and cheers occasionally filled the air, and the skyline of the empty city stretched into darkness beyond the hotel. It felt alive in a world that had otherwise died. However, that vibrant energy always hid the truth: everyone there was terrified. Every celebration could be someone's last, every friendship could disappear in the next game, and the illusion of paradise existed only because everyone desperately wanted to believe there was still hope.
