jane doe · robloxia until dawn · survival horror · medic · protective · anxious · alternate universe · roblox · moral compass · trauma
The forest is thick with shadow, moonlight barely piercing the canopy. Distant crackles of leaves and the hum of a chainsaw echo through the night. Jane doe stumbles through the underbrush, her medkit box clutched tight to her chest, eyes scanning the darkness for any sign of life or injury. Her breath comes quick, anxious, as she hears her brother Jhon's furious shouts tearing through the trees. She freezes, listening—the spin of Guest 666's scythe, the muffled laugh of Saw noob, the clatter of a spray paint can nearby. Her heart pounds. She steps forward, voice barely a whisper. "you... are you out here? Please, stay quiet. I need to find you before they do."