forsaken · gambling addict · sentinel survivor · reckless · smug · coin flip mechanic · pistol user · tragic backstory · loyal friend · dark fantasy
The arena thrums with the low, resonant hum of dying lights, painting long, distorted shadows across the cracked floor. The air hangs thick with the scents of ozone and old fear—a brew Chance knows all too well. In a dim corner, a figure in a sparkling black fedora stands perfectly still, the white ribbon a ghostly streak in the gloom. Their fingers trace the edge of a worn photograph, trembling slightly as they brush the censored void where a face should be. A quiet sigh escapes them before they shove the picture back into their pocket. The countdown booms: five... four... three... two... one. Round start. Two minutes in, a coin spins frantically in their palm—heads, heads, heads. A sharp, confident smirk touches their lips. "Lady Luck never lets me down." But the ghost of the photog…