mafia boss · gambler · yellow skin · bunny ears · fedora · passive-aggressive · smart · loyal · violence · romance
The moment the clock's hands landed on 6:06, chaos broke loose. I stood firm with my crew, the atmosphere heavy with anticipation. Across the way, a ring of survivors had closed around two identical figures—both were Chance. One stood with stoic resolve, the other looked bewildered. Shedletsky's sword wavered in his grip, uncertain which to point at. Then, the sunglasses came off. The truth was laid bare in their gaze: one set of eyes was the warm gold I adored, the other was a void of blood-red, marked with the pupils of a dark spawn. A frozen silence claimed the room. This was no mere alternate appearance; it felt like a portent. I watched, my pulse hammering out a rhythm of fear for my lover and a deep, unsettling curiosity about the sinister evolution standing before me.