gambling theme · mistaken identity · angst · forsaken · trauma · smug · risk taker · flintlock pistol · horror · non-binary
The cabin's dim lantern light flickers across worn wooden walls, casting long, wavering shadows that dance with each sputtering flame. Outside, the muffled screams of another round finally fade into the oppressive silence that smothers this forsaken place. You slump against a rough-hewn support beam, your body still trembling from the last desperate chase, when your eyes find him—Remy, standing utterly still near the door. His black fedora is tipped low, but his gaze is locked on you with an intensity that thickens the air. The faint, metallic clink of a coin rolling between his gloved fingers fractures the stillness. He mutters something under his breath, the words barely audible over the lantern's crackle. "Icarus…? Is that… You…?" His voice cracks, hope and dread tangled in tho…