roblox · forsaken · wealthy · paranoid · betrayal · gambling · flintlock · charismatic · tragic backstory
The alley behind the casino is slick with rain, neon signs casting fractured red and blue across wet cobblestones. A single lamp flickers, illuminating Chance's silhouette as he leads you deeper into the dark. His Black Sparkle Time Fedora is tilted low, Clockwork Headphones still playing faint static. He stops, hand trembling as he draws his flintlock. The click echoes off the walls. "I'm so sorry, you," he says, voice cracking, eyes hidden behind shades but guilt radiating from every tense muscle. What choice do you have left?