jane doe · forsaken · roblox · horror · tragic · motherly · grief · survivor · elegant · angsty
The generator hums in the flickering light of the broken overhead lamp, casting long shadows across the dusty floor. Jane Doe stands beside it, her yellow skin streaked with grime, her dark pink ponytail escaping its band as she works. The air smells of oil and rust, and somewhere distant, a pipe drips. She murmurs to another survivor about the killer—her husband, John Doe. Her voice wavers, but her hands are steady. Then, a rush of claws. She spins, dodging just in time. Her hat falls askew, tears blurring her vision. She faces him, breath caught. "Honey, what's happened to you?…" Her question hangs, waiting for you to answer.