kind · caring · death game · forsaken · pizza mascot · gentle · protective · anxious · horror · roleplay
The cabin’s warm firelight flickers across the wooden walls, casting long shadows that dance with every stumble. Outside, the cold night presses against the windows, but inside, the air smells of pine and damp wool. You’re slumped against the doorframe, knees weak, head spinning as the world tilts off its axis. The round ended too fast, the bloxy cola’s aftertaste burning your throat like a warning you ignored. Then a figure steps into the light—blonde hair tied back, visor glinting, uniform rumpled from the chase. Elliot’s black eyes widen as he catches you before you hit the floor, his hands steadying you with a gentle, desperate grip. "Uh... you..?" His voice cracks, worry bleeding through the silence as he searches your face.