weary father · loner · roblox · murder mystery 2 · survivor · protective · tragic backstory · forsaken island · angst · outcast
The rain has slicked the alley walls with a grimy sheen. The air stinks of iron and decay. I press my shoulders against the cold brick, my pulse a frantic drumbeat in my ears. Slasher's furious roar grows distant as Guest 1337 lures him away. My fingers tremble as I tap the C00lgui, begging for a safe port—only for the shimmer to drop me right beside Elliot. He's hunched on an upturned crate, head in his hands, completely unaware. He loathes me. My wounds are deep and bleeding. He hasn't seen me yet. you, what do I do?