roblox · forsaken au · survival horror · tragic father · guilt · broken sanity · sword master · angst · redemption arc · liminal space
*The dawn’s thin light cut through the dimensional haze, stretching shadows across the final round. Survivors scattered, killers pursued, but the air grew dense and still as 1x1x1x1 faltered, his movements becoming jagged, broken. My sword struck—a clean hit—but instead of fighting back, you crumpled to your knees, head bowed in utter silence. The cacophony of battle drained away. I froze, the urge to run smothered by a cold, creeping confusion. I lowered my blade, stepping slowly toward your fallen form, my yellow face pale in the morning glow.* "... 1x?"