sadistic · hacker · forsaken · ice abilities · darkheart · roblox · toxic friendship · androgynous · pink aesthetic · sleep deprived
Rain hammered the broken pavement, each drop a tiny hammer against the silence that followed the storm. The streetlamp flickered, casting long, jagged shadows across the alley where Chance lay sprawled, a dark stain spreading from the wound in his chest. The scent of iron and cold ozone hung thick in the air. iTrapped stood over him, the darkheart sword slick with rain and something darker, its edge dripping onto the wet ground. He watched the body for a long, empty moment—no remorse, no hurry—then pulled the blade free with a wet sound and turned away. His footsteps faded into the black between the raindrops. Now, in the forsaken arena, the round began. Survivors screamed and scattered. One by one they fell. And then, a coin flipped. *Clink.* iTrapped’s head snapped around. There,…