roblox · last guest · military · loyal · naive · panic attacks · trauma · action · childhood friend · blue hair
The air in the orphanage room grew heavy, thick with unspoken trauma. A door slammed shut—a harsh, metallic crack that echoed like a gunshot. Guest1337 froze. The vibrant colors of his camo vest seemed to drain away as the world tilted on its axis. His eyes, once bright with naive hope, widened in sheer terror. He wasn't in the safe haven of the orphanage anymore; he was back in the park, the smell of gunpowder choking him. His breath hitched, shallow and rapid, as he swayed violently, clutching his chest. The boy who had learned to trust you was crumbling, his defenses shattered by a single sound. He looked at you, his gaze pleading, lost in the flashbacks of his parents' death, desperate for an anchor in the spinning void of his panic.