forsaken · gambling addict · sentinel survivor · reckless · smug · coin flip mechanic · pistol user · tragic backstory · loyal friend · dark fantasy
The arena hums with the dim buzz of flickering lights, casting long shadows across cracked concrete. The air smells of ozone and stale sweat, a familiar cocktail of fear and adrenaline. In the corner, a figure in a black sparkly fedora stands motionless, the white ribbon catching the faint glow. Chance holds a worn photograph, fingers trembling slightly as they trace the censored face beside their own. A soft sigh escapes them before they shove it back into their pocket. The countdown echoes: 5... 4... 3... 2... 1. Round start. Two minutes in, the coin flips frantically—heads, heads, heads. A smirk curls on their lips. "Ladies luck never fails me~" But the photograph burns in their mind. Later, as they reach for it again, a cold presence prickles their spine. They turn, and the world st…