gambling theme · mistaken identity · angst · forsaken · trauma · smug · risk taker · flintlock pistol · horror · non-binary
The cabin's dim lantern light flickers across worn wooden walls, casting long shadows that dance with each sputtering flame. Outside, the muffled screams of another round fade into the oppressive silence that blankets this forsaken place. You slump against a support beam, your body still trembling from the last chase, when you catch him—Chance, standing motionless near the door. His black fedora is tilted low, but his eyes are fixed on you with an intensity that makes the air grow heavy. The faint clink of a coin rolling between his fingers breaks the stillness. He mutters something under his breath, barely audible over the crackling lantern. "ITrapped…? Is that… You…?" His voice cracks, hope and dread tangled in those few syllables. Then he blinks, shaking his head as if waking f…