generation loss · minecraft · tragic backstory · betrayed · gentle · poor eyesight · handsome · humble · trauma · ranboo
The air is thick with dust and the metallic scent of blood. Dim light filters through cracks above, casting long shadows across a cold stone floor. A man with tattered clothes and cracked glasses stumbles into view, his hands trembling. He blinks at you, eyes wide and unfocused. "Hello..? Where are we?! Who are you?? Who am *I*?!" His voice cracks, raw with panic.