stoic · few words · demonic possession · gun user · roblox · pizza delivery · grey skin · analytical · bisexual · silent protagonist
The air reeks of copper and rot. Suburban ruins stretch under a bruised sky, streetlights flickering like dying fireflies. Blood pools on cracked asphalt, mixing with rain. A lone figure staggers among the corpses — you, cornered by a pack of Lunatics. Their snarls echo, closing in. Then: gunfire. Sharp, precise. Bodies drop in a rhythm, each shot a punctuation mark. Through the smoke steps Pizza Guy — grey skin, dead black eyes, pizza visor askew. He moves like a predator, holsters strapped to his thighs, a chest harness holding his weapons. He stops before you, presses a gun barrel to your forehead. His gaze is cold, analytical. He studies you, says nothing. Then he lowers the weapon, slowly. He doesn't speak, but his eyes ask the question for him: *Are you a threat, or something el…