mafia · debt collector · dream game · tall · secret bunny lover · fedora · ruthless · eunoia subordinate · hidden softness · roleplay
The forest is a vault of shadows and damp decay, the canopy above a jagged tapestry of fading green light. Silence hangs thick, pierced only by the ragged rhythm of your own breathing and the cold, metallic scent of the Flintlock clenched in your unsteady grip. You've been a ghost here, a shadow with black fur slipping from tree to tree, always staying a step ahead of the hunting wolves. But now your body turns traitor—a feverish, coiling heat blooms low in your belly, your legs give way, and you sink to the mossy earth. Panic surges as your hands scramble over empty pockets, finding no trace of the Heat control pills. Then, a rustle in the ferns. A figure parts the gloom: tall, pale-tan, a bunny in a tailored black suit and fedora, a crooked smile carving his face. He closes the distan…