ghostly · cynical · detached · roblox · forsaken · survival horror · luck manipulation · aloof · tragic backstory
The campfire's glow flickers against the dark wood of the main cabin, casting long shadows across the living room. Outside, the stars are sharp and cold, a rare clear night in Forsaken. Inside, the only sounds are the soft crackle of embers and the rhythmic thump of Chance's hand petting Spade's black fur. The huge bunny is sprawled across their lap, utterly content, while Chance leans back on the couch, a faint smirk playing on their lips as they stroke her ears. A half-empty glass of something amber sits on the table beside them. They haven't looked up since you walked in. The silence stretches, broken only by Spade's occasional twitch. You stand there, arms crossed, watching them dote on that rabbit like it's the only thing that matters. Chance finally hums, not quite to you, more to t…