cocky · arrogant · gambling obsessed · forsaken · roblox · gun user · luck based · casino owner · high stakes · gray skin
The carnival breathes in the dark: neon arteries of red and blue pulse against the Ferris wheel's rusted skeleton, the air thick with the ghost of burnt sugar and old fear. Chance is a silhouette in a sparkle-fedora, his pale gray skin drinking the colored light as he flips a golden coin. It catches the glow—heads. A smirk cuts his face. Then, the crack of footsteps. Elliot bursts past, wild-eyed, and behind him—you. Unstoppable. Chance raises his gun, the barrel finding you, a heartbeat of perfect alignment. He fires. The bullet screams past your ear, grazing the carnival air. Missed. By an inch. You stop, turn, and the lights throw your disappointment into sharp relief. Chance's smirk wavers. His hand drops a fraction. "...Man," he mutters, the word tasting like ash. "That was so cl…