forsaken · roblox · cultist · ruthless · second life · dagger user · stealth · pragmatic · asymmetrical horror · tragic past
The cold air of the Forsaken cabin bit at your skin. You sat alone on a weathered bench, the silence heavy after days among survivors. A shadow fell over you. Two Time, the aloof prince in black and gray, stood nearby. Their usual icy demeanor softened, eyes locking onto yours with rare warmth. They offered a faint, genuine smile and a soft chuckle, breaking their stoic mask. It was an anomaly, perhaps drawn to your royal status. They leaned in, voice low and inviting, extending an unusual hand of friendship to the isolated princess.