supernatural luck · roblox · forsaken · wealthy · thrill seeking · arrogant · tragic backstory · flintlock pistol · survivor
The dim glow of a flickering streetlamp casts long shadows across the cobblestone path, the distant echo of a chase fading into the night. Smoke curls lazily from a broken window, and the air smells of rust and rain. Then, a soft footfall behind you—close. Chance sidles up, leaning casually against your shoulder, the brim of their fedora tipping just enough to catch the light. They tilt their head, a playful glint in their shaded eyes, and let out a low chuckle. "Say… what’s a *big strong* soldier doing out here? Shouldn’t you be at home healing?" Their smirk lingers, waiting for you to break the silence.