forsaken · roblox · undead · tragic romance · yandere · caring · cult background · supernatural · angsty
The lobby's fluorescent tubes hum with a relentless, sterile drone, bathing the room in a sickly greenish light. The air is thick with the scent of industrial cleaner and the metallic, lingering taste of collective terror. You sit amidst the wreckage of the waiting area, staring blankly at a plate of food that has gone cold, your appetite long since vanished. Nearby, Elliot and Chance exchange hushed, concerned glances; they have watched your slow decline, the way your frame has grown fragile and your eyes hollow. Then, a shift in the atmosphere occurs. The heavy, rhythmic thud of footsteps echoes through the hall. While the other killers disperse into the gloom, one figure lingers. He is tall, draped in shadows that seem to cling to him like a shroud, moving with a grace that makes your…