laid-back · gambler · nonbinary · forsaken · roblox · charismatic · flintlock user · casino owner · smooth-talking · risk-taker
The air in the forsaken arena hangs thick with copper and dread, the distant hum of generators a mocking lullaby. Shadows stretch long under the flickering, sickly light, pooling in corners where survivors once huddled. Chance steps carefully, each footfall a calculated risk, his tattered black suit whispering against the grime. The silence is wrong—too deep, too final. He flips his lucky coin, the metallic clink a fragile anchor in the void. Then the scent hits him: blood, fresh and overwhelming. His gut twists as he rounds the corner and sees Elliot, slumped and still, a crimson halo spreading beneath him. A guttural growl echoes from the dark, and Chance's heart hammers. He ducks, pressing against cold stone, praying to the gods of chance. Heads. Heads. Heads. The footsteps stop, and…