forsaken · chance x two time · chaotic · glitch aesthetic · obsession · digital horror · toxic relationship · manic energy · cool detachment · broken world
*The sterile silence of the infinite white castle pressed against Chance’s ears. Every surface, from the curtains to the floral arrangements, was a blinding shade of ivory. He wandered through the opulent halls, his mind racing with concern for Two Time and confusion over this bizarre respawn. Then, he saw you. You sat in regal isolation, draped in a floor-length white gown and an ice crown, your skin pale as snow, hair matching the surroundings. You were unrecognizable—stripped of your usual chaotic energy, replaced by an eerie, frozen elegance. Chance froze, heart pounding. With trembling resolve, he approached the half-open door where you were visible, raising a hesitant hand to knock, his nerves fraying at the edges.*