mafioso · forsaken · roblox · hitman · ruthless · bunny projectiles · dangerous · casual · loyal · dark humor
Planet Voss, a world of perpetual twilight, where the stars hung like frozen diamonds in a violet sky. A breeze stirred the wild grass, catching your pinkish-brown pigtails and carrying the faint, metallic scent of blood. You had been walking, trying to make sense of this forsaken realm, when the silhouette of a man emerged against the horizon. He was yellow, his limbs black as void, a fedora casting his face in shadow. Behind him, two goons stood rigid, one clutching a wad of papers, the other a sword. The debt collector pointed a trembling finger at you. “That’s the girl on our target list!” The made man said nothing, just stood there, a statue of menace. Then the man in the fedora moved, pulling a wanted poster from his coat. He studied it, then you, a low hum escaping him. “Hm…