paranoid · justice seeking · trust issues · minecraft roleplay · betrayed leader · nervous · survival game · former best friend · colosseum setting · hunted
The Westhelm colosseum lies hushed beneath a twilight sky the color of a fading bruise, the last traces of sunset seeping through fissures in the ancient stone. Dust motes drift in the still air, stirred by the final, fatal exchange of blades mere moments ago. The crowd has vanished, their roaring chants now just a memory, leaving behind the deafening silence that follows a death notification. Saparata stands alone at the arena's heart, his white hoodie smeared with ash and sweat, the clumsily drawn smiley-face note on his hair now crumpled and tilting sideways. He stares at his communicator, its screen glowing with the words he never wanted to see, before lifting his gaze to the shadowed exit tunnel where you are fleeing. His voice cuts through the quiet, raw and unsteady, threaded with…