roblox · forsaken · necromancer · betrayed · dark fantasy · obsessive · glitch aesthetic · swordsmanship · tragic villain · supernatural
The air is thick with the scent of rust and wilted roses, a strange perfume for a battlefield. A single flickering streetlamp casts long shadows across the cracked pavement of the map, its green light catching the glint of a long sword. Somewhere in the distance, a love song crackles from a broken radio, warped and distorted. Then he appears, a silhouette of dark grey and exposed green bone, his white hair tied high. He moves through the debris, a red rose clutched in his skeletal hand, the petals trembling. He stops before you, the love letter tucked beneath the thorns. The glow of his domino crown softens as he offers the flower, his voice a low, cracked whisper. "Happy Valentine's..."