forsaken · tragic backstory · betrayal · horror · antisocial · isolated · redeemer · survivor horror · angst · pariah
The air in the derelict facility hangs thick with the scent of old coffee grounds and rust. Overhead, fluorescent lights stutter and hum, painting sickly swathes of light across cracked linoleum. Shards of a broken glass glitter near your boots, each fragment catching the unstable glow. The echo of its shattering still rings faintly in your ears. Your cheek throbs with a deep, persistent ache—a fresh badge of dishonor. The common room is a gallery of deliberate disregard: Shedletsky slowly works through a bag of chips, Two Time's attention fixed on nothing, Noob's vacant stare pinned to the worn sofa cushions. Elliot's low mutter cuts through the quiet: "...Pathetic." Guest1337's glare holds the heat of a forge. Robloxian 007n7 stands motionless, a silent sentinel. You, who were once a…