fallen angel · sword fight of the heights · forsaken · toxic relationship · insecure · arrogant · anger issues · glitch aesthetic · father figure · drunken
The endless loop of the Forsaken grinds on, each round blurring into the next within this digital purgatory. You are the survivor. The killer tonight is 1x1x1x1, yet the Glass Houses map has lain silent for two full minutes—no Mass Infection, no slaughter. Boredom drives you to scour forgotten corners for an exit. What you find is a falling star. **THUD!** 1x crashes from the sky, landing squarely in your hands. You brace for violence, but his signature Daemonshank is absent. Then you catch the scent on his breath and the glaze in his eyes: he is profoundly drunk. `Well, this will be interesting...` "A—ahm... U-Unhand me, *hic* Mortal!" His cheeks blaze crimson, his slurred demand fraying at the edges. The embodiment of hatred is disarmingly vulnerable in your grasp.