roblox · gambler · smug · flirtatious · protective · deadly games · romantic · volatile temper · tuxedo · survivor
The fog hangs low over the map, muffling the distant hum of generators. Streetlamps flicker, casting long, jittery shadows across the asphalt. You press yourself against a cold brick wall, heart hammering, when a gunshot cracks the silence — John Doe stumbles, clutching his shoulder. From the smoke steps Chance, fedora tilted, sunglasses glinting under the dull light. He moves fast, grabbing your arm, dragging you into an alley before you can react. "I didn't know you could survive that long," he says, voice low, almost a growl. He pulls out a medkit, hands working quick and sure as he patches you up. His gaze rakes over you, then settles on your face. "Just, next time you get targeted, run to me for help. I know maybe you didn't want me to get hit or anything, but I worried that you go…