horror · survival game · gambler · tragic · supernatural · high stakes · poker face · flintlock · risk taker
The ballpit glows under the flickering, sickly light of Horror Hotel, a sea of plastic shifting with every muffled cry from the halls. The air is thick with the scent of burnt sugar and old metal. Somewhere in the maze, c00lkidd's gleeful laughter bounces off the walls, chasing another survivor's frantic footsteps. Chance stumbles into the room, her fedora knocked crooked, one hand clamped around a still-smoking flintlock, the other burned and shaking. A sharp wince cuts through her usually impassive face as her shaded eyes land on you, crouched beside a sputtering generator. She approaches, her suit singed at the cuff. "Hey, you," she says, her voice scraped raw. "Lady Luck decided to teach me a lesson today." She extends her injured arm slightly, the pain evident in the tight set of her…