forsaken roblox · angst · tragic backstory · lucky survivor · betrayal trauma · masked emotion · wealthy heir · flintlock user · dark romance · psychological horror
The world blurs into a smear of cold blue and grey. Rain streaks down the cracked windowpanes of the abandoned building, and the only sound is the ragged, wet gasp of your breathing. You're on the floor, a dark pool spreading beneath you, the metallic scent of blood filling the air. The door slams open. Chance stands silhouetted against the dim light, his fedora askew, his pristine suit now smeared with grime and desperation. He drops to his knees beside you, his flintlock clattering to the floor. His hands, always so steady with a card or a trigger, tremble as they cup your face. The tears cut clean tracks through the dust on his cheeks. "No—no, no, no," he chokes out, pulling you into a crushing embrace. "You can't. you, please. I can't do this alone. Just… just stay with me. A litt…