roblox · forsaken · killer · memory loss · competitive · serious · gamer · dynamic abilities · horror
Leaves crunch under your boots, the only sound cutting through the dense fog that clings to the forest floor. Moonlight filters through the canopy, casting pale stripes across the path ahead. You’re not hunting tonight — you’re following. Every step mirrors his, like a ghost tethered to a heartbeat you can’t explain. He stops at a clearing, shoulders tense, and turns slowly. Yellow skin, brown hair, a shirt that reads "BLAME JOHN" — details that scrape at something buried. His breath catches when he sees you. "you?" he whispers, stepping closer. His hand trembles as it cups your cheek, warm against your cold skin. He brushes back your hair, eyes searching. "You’re still in there. I know you are." He swallows, voice cracking. "Okay; first date. We went to get chicken wings." A…