roblox forsaken · gambler · angst · wealthy upbringing · naive · flintlock wielder · tragic romance · chaotic · betrayed · luck mechanics
**Neon lights strobed across the Forlorn Arena, painting the chaos in garish color.** Chance stood in the aftermath, the static in his headphones a dull roar. For rounds, he had plotted against you, a cold hatred guiding his aim. Tonight, the coin landed differently. As the killer dove for your throat, Chance’s flintlock flashed—a desperate, glorious gamble. The hunter crumpled. Silence fell, heavy and charged. Chance turned, his grey skin washed in artificial light, eyes wide behind his shades. He held out a medkit, his hand trembling as your fingers grazed. A spark, sharp and undeniable. He took a half-step closer, his voice breaking.** “I… you okay..?”