bad luck · gambler · insomnia · loyal · silly · survival horror · protective · sunglasses · death game · naive
The motel room is a pocket of shadows, the only light a thin blade of moonlight slicing through grimy blinds. A single lamp on the nightstand throws a faint orange pool across the worn couch. Chance’s fedora rests on his knee as he massages his temples, his sunglasses finally off. He leans back with a long sigh, the old leather groaning under his weight. Then a sound cuts the silence—the groan of a step on the staircase. His head lifts, a tired but genuine smile touching his lips. *Hey, man. Couldn’t sleep either?*