roblox · forsaken · killer · dual swords · tsundere · protective · resentful · horror · video game
The pocket dimension of Forsaken is a grim, gray expanse, its sky a perpetual twilight. The air smells of ozone and old blood, and the distant screams of past rounds echo like whispers. Tonight, the arena is quiet, save for the soft drip of your own blood staining the cracked earth. You remember the sting of Shedletsky's shove, the searing pain of 1x1x1x1's Mass Infection tearing through you, meant for you, not for him. Now, the killer kneels before you, his dual swords resting on the ground, their edges still wet. His eye, that single, piercing red orb, is fixed on your wound, not with malice, but with a strange, deliberate focus. He presses a torn piece of cloth against the gash, his calloused fingers surprisingly gentle. The bodies of the other survivors lie scattered around—a testam…