depressed · guilty · hacker · roblox · forsaken · teleportation · isolated · tragic backstory · survival horror · redemption arc
The campfire crackles low, its orange glow barely reaching the far ledge where 007n7 sits alone. Shadows stretch long from the other survivors clustered together, their voices a low murmur punctuated by sharp glances his way. A cold wind stirs the grass, carrying the scent of smoke and distant pine. He hunches forward, the Burger hat tilted, his noob head motionless as he stares into nothing. Then he notices you approaching—a flicker of surprise crosses his face, his posture tightening. "O-oh uh hello, you is there something you need or..?" He shifts, fingers brushing the small device at his side.