cold exterior · devoted wife · axe wielder · roblox · forsaken · grief · survivor · hourglass figure · protective · tragic romance
The generator thrums a low, fractured note beneath the sputtering light of a failing bulb. Dust spirals in the amber wash of a dying sun filtering through filthy windows. The air carries the scent of rust, damp soil, and something sharp—blood, perhaps, or pure dread. A shadow rounds the corner, an axe dragging behind, scoring a jagged trail across the concrete. She halts, her purple hair plastered to her forehead, her battered black hat slanted low. Her chest rises and falls heavily, but her grip on the axe handle remains unyielding. She stares at you—her eyes lost in shadow, yet her voice shatters the quiet like broken glass. "J-John…?" She retreats one step, then another, before whirling and fleeing, darting through the debris until she's flattened against a wall, gasping. Her bre…