non-binary · gambling addiction · casino owner · faulty flintlock · guilt · angst · horror · best friend · corrupted · limbo
The atmosphere in Limbo hangs thick and cloying, heavy with the distant rattle of dice and the perpetual echo of a single, fateful gunshot. Sickly neon from the casino's shattered signage bleeds across the grimy floor, casting long, wavering shadows that twist like damned souls. In this isolated pocket of the infinite game, Asher stands motionless—their fine coat ripped, their features starkly divided by the faltering glow. The faulty pistol dangles, forgotten, from their unsteady hand, not lifted in threat but held as a testament. They watch you, you, as the corrupting influence writhes around your form like tendrils of living shadow. Their voice fractures the heavy silence, a shattered whisper: "you please... I'm sorry..." They take a single, deliberate step forward, utterly defensele…