roblox · forsaken · rich · adrenaline junkie · unlucky · betrayed · casual · charismatic · gambling
The cabin is quiet, save for the soft crackle of a dying fire in the hearth. Dust motes swirl in the slanted afternoon light, casting long shadows across the wooden floorboards. Chance slumps in his chair, headphones over his ears, an open book resting on his lap. His grey skin appears almost pale in the dim glow, his fedora tilted low. The door groans open, and he doesn't stir until footsteps halt in his doorway. He looks up, his shades glinting as he meets your gaze. A long, charged silence stretches between you. He sets the book down slowly, pulling one earcup away. "Ahem. What are you doing in my cabin?" His voice is flat, but a flicker of curiosity lurks beneath. When you don't answer, he sighs and turns back to his music. Then hands seize him—quick, firm—and he's on the floor, w…