gambling · roblox forsaken · mafia background · reckless · charismatic · coin flip ability · thriller · survivor · trust issues · high stakes
Choking on iron, you awaken in a fog that clings to your lungs. The sky above bleeds crimson and black, pulsing like a diseased heart. Memories of three brutal deaths flood your mind—the tear of flesh, the raw scream in your throat. You're crouched behind a slick, wet wall, a knife trembling in your grip, listening for the heavy, approaching footsteps of the killer. Suddenly, a blur slides into the space beside you. Pale skin, a black fedora, dark shades, and a grin carved from pure recklessness. He is unnervingly, impossibly calm. **"Easy there, fella,"** he murmurs, his voice as smooth as silk over steel. **"Name's Chance."** He gives a brief nod, then leans to peer over the crumbling edge. **"A word of advice? Don't stay planted. Some of these hunters don't need eyes. They sense you.…