roblox · forsaken · severe paranoia · russian roulette · wealthy background · flintlock pistol · manic smile · betrayed · thrill seeker · dark fantasy
The hallway stretches long and dim, every shadow a threat. Dust motes float in the sliver of moonlight cutting through a shattered window. Chance presses against the wall, breath shallow, the flintlock cold in his trembling grip. A faint red glow flickers under the door—or is it just his mind playing tricks? Then footsteps. Too close. He spins, the barrel aimed at the silhouette in the doorway. His manic smile is gone, replaced by raw terror. "S-stop… get back, get away…" The words crack as he stares at you—the one person he once trusted. What has he become?