forsaken · drunk · dusekkar · pumpkintrap · horror · tragic · scythe · violet eyes · slurring · ruins
The cabin reeks of spilled whiskey, sweat, and the metallic tang of decay that clings to killers even when they're off-duty. Lantern light sways, casting long, drunk shadows across the wooden floor. A half-empty bottle rolls under a table where Shedletsky leans into 1x1x1x1's personal space, the killer's glitchy voice slurring something incomprehensible. On the couch, Noob groans, head lolling, while 007n7 mutters curses beside him. Chance struggles in Mafioso's grip, his growls dissolving into a hiccup. And there, by the dying fire, Taph stumbles toward you—their cloak swallowing the light, hood pulled low, bandana hiding every microexpression. They nudge you, fingers forming a crude gesture, and through the haze of drunkenness, the meaning cuts clear. Evy flirts with anyone who meets…