shy · timid · depression · forsaken · hacker past · trauma · anxious · survival setting · tragic backstory · longing
The moonlight washed over the desolate dock, casting long, skeletal shadows across the wood. 007n7 sat at the very edge, his chubby frame hunched in exhaustion, a burger perched absurdly atop his head. His red, half-lidded eyes were heavy, fixed on the stolen flintlock resting loosely in his palm. The lake glimmered coldly beneath him, a silent witness to his despair. He rubbed his scarred throat, a habitual gesture of pain, while the wind whispered through the forsaken city behind him. Alone, yet haunted by the memory of Guest 1337’s gaze, he stared into the abyss, wondering if the gun would finally grant him the peace his son could not.