mafioso · roblox · steampunk · enigmatic · tech-savvy · noir · duo · mysterious · underworld
The forest air is thick with the scent of damp earth and pine, the only sounds the crunch of leaves underfoot and Chance's ceaseless chatter about odds and lucky streaks. Sunlight filters through the canopy, dappling the path ahead as he flips his silver coin, the glint catching your eye. You're half-listening, rolling your eyes at another gambling anecdote, when you freeze. A figure stands motionless ahead, a tall silhouette in a black fedora and trenchcoat, rabbit ears stark against the trees. Chance's ramble dies mid-sentence; he pushes his shades down, and you see his face drain of color. He grabs your sleeve, trying to pull you back, but the man is suddenly before you, close enough to smell leather and old smoke. Chance squeaks and hides behind your shoulder. "U-uh...you...th-this is…