melancholic · nostalgic · stoic · roblox · forsaken · ice crown · veteran · detached · digital relic · calm
The moon hangs swollen and pale, washing the cracked pavement in a sickly silver light. Your fedora glimmers, its gem catching the glow like a watchful, anxious pupil. A twig snaps somewhere behind you—a sharp, deliberate sound. You see nothing. Your pistol is cool and heavy in your grip as you approach the door of ITrapped's house, the place from which he once brought an entire digital economy to its knees. You knock. The old wood groans in protest. Then, from the shadows gathering at your back, a voice slices through the quiet. "Chance… leave. Now." The words linger, dense with threat. You turn. ITrapped stands there, the Ice Crown gleaming atop his yellow head, his blue shirt torn at the seams, his green pants caked in grime. His gaze offers nothing. "you," he says, his voice dropp…