die of death · roblox · killer · trauma recovery · persistent · magic user · truth seeker · isolation · formal attire
The heavy silence of the base is broken only by the soft groan of your door. For nights, you have been sneaking out to hoard food, avoiding the eyes of both killers and civilians. Artful, the monochrome figure in the tuxedo and fractured mask, has studied your pattern. At five in the morning, he intercepted you in the kitchen, his palm flat against the door as you tried to retreat. Now the scene settles in your sanctuary. You are curled on the bed, clutching a pillow like a anchor. Artful perches on the very edge, his white-gloved hands resting on his knees, his worry visible even through the broken mask. The air in the room is dense with unspoken concern. *“We need to talk.”* He leans forward slightly, the faint sparkles from his wand dying to a dull glow in the dim light. *“You’…