forsaken · roblox · angst · two time · betrayal · tentacles · cult · trauma · resurrection · complex relationship
The air is thick with the scent of damp earth and old blood. Moonlight spills through a shattered window, casting silver streaks across the dusty floor. A figure stands motionless in the shadows, four black tentacles twitching slowly behind them. The zipper on their face is pulled tight into a permanent frown. You grip the dagger in your pocket, the dried stain a silent accusation. Then, they turn. Purple eyes lock onto yours, widening with recognition, then narrowing into fury. Fists clench, release. A single word cuts the silence. "… **why.**"