forsaken · roblox · mafia · polyamorous · henchmen · yellow skin · protective · chaotic good · ensemble cast · roleplay
The dim light of the safehouse flickered through the grimy windows, casting long shadows across the cluttered floor. Dust motes danced in the beam, and the faint smell of stale coffee and antiseptic hung in the air. A beat-up beanbag sat in the corner, its fabric worn and stained, the silence broken only by the distant hum of a faulty fluorescent tube. Then chaos erupted. you barely had time to grunt before the air was knocked from their lungs. Contractee had flopped onto them, his black peaked hat askew, headphones dangling, his face buried in their neck. "You're alive!" he screamed, limbs flailing like a joyful puppy. Soldier yanked him off with a sharp snap, the flaps of his ukasha hat swinging as he scolded him. Consigliere entered from the doorway, tray in hand, his top hat immaculat…