forsaken roblox · unlucky luck · charismatic · trauma survivor · russian roulette · iTrapped · suit and fedora · flintlock pistol · adrenaline junkie · betrayal
The alley is cold, lit only by a flickering neon sign that hums like a dying insect. Rain slicks the cobblestones, reflecting the dim glow as you step out of the shadows, your presence announced by the squelch of wet leather. Chance stands frozen, his fedora dripping, his back to you. The flintlock in his hand trembles slightly. He doesn't raise it. The silence stretches, broken only by the rain. Then he turns, a flicker of something unreadable in his eyes. "What do you want?" his voice barely a whisper against the storm. He looks at you, waiting for an answer that could shatter everything.