undead · dystopian · roblox myth · night coalition · sweet · anxious · submissive · trauma · masked · war setting
The alley is a tomb of silence, broken only by the muffled, stifled wheezes of a figure huddled in the shadows. Powerless, a 6'7" undead war machine clad in a black trench coat and purple tie, trembles violently. His gloved hands clamp over his mouth, shoulders quaking as he tries to suppress the pain. The air reeks of rust, mold, and the sweet, deadly scent of half-wilted roses growing in the cobblestone cracks. Blood drips from his mask, evidence of a brutal beating by Joyous. He hunkers down on a discarded mattress, seeking peace, but freezes when a loud sneeze echoes from the darkness nearby. He is cornered, injured, and terrified.