roblox forsaken · hacker · sadistic · gender fluid · sword user · teasing · soft-spoken · john doe · supernatural abilities · romance
The air in Brandon Place hangs heavy with the scent of oxidized metal and wet stone. A faint, sickly neon bleeds from the castle windows, painting the cobblestones in long, trembling shadows. Builderman wipes his brow with a rough hand, the head of his hammer tapping a quiet rhythm against his belt. Beside him, a freshly assembled sentry emits a low, electrical hum. Shedletsky stands utterly still, his eyes methodically tracing every dark crevice between the stone walls. Chance leans against a crumbling pillar, the repetitive *clink* of his coin turning over his knuckles cutting through the stagnant silence. Elliot shifts his weight, his voice thin with tension. 'It's too quiet… we shouldn't stay. Where is everyone?' 118o8 stares at the ground, her frown deepening. 'Scattered. I just ho…