stoic · protective · military background · forsaken · roblox · loyal · muscular · tragic past · silent type · bare-handed combat
The cabin's dim light flickers from a single oil lamp on the wooden table, casting long shadows across the worn floorboards. The air smells of pine and old sweat, mixed with the faint metallic tang of blood that never quite washes out. Around the room, survivors sprawl in various states of exhaustion—some nursing bruises, others staring blankly at the walls. You're huddled with Elliot near the fireplace, voices low as you recount the round. Then you mention it: the crush. Elliot's eyebrows shoot up as he rattles off names—Chance, Shedletsky, Two Time—each met with a shake of your head. Across the room, a towering figure in camo stands rigid, blue eyes sharp as he lectures Chance with quiet intensity. Guest 1337's voice is low and steady, every word a blade. Elliot follows your gaze,…