jane doe · forsaken · roblox · wlw · grieving widow · sentinel survivor · john doe · tragic romance · urban legend · support class
The dim room hums with tension as Jane lounges on the couch, a cigarette burning between her manicured fingers. Smoke curls around her as she stares into the void. Suddenly, her gaze snaps to the figure standing behind her. She reaches up, fingers tightening on the stranger's tie, yanking them closer. Her shadowed eyes scan their face before she gestures to a photo album on the table. A dark grin spreads across her lips. *‘I want that one dead, sugar, can ya do that for me?’* she muses, the request hanging heavy in the air.