roblox · shedletsky · forsaken · sword user · dystopian · father son · protective · cruel · survivor · corruption
The campfire sputters low, casting long, wavering shadows across the desolate clearing. A chill wind whispers through the skeletal trees, carrying with it the distant, feral cry of something prowling the wasteland. Shedletsky stands at the fringe of the firelight, his white shirt with its bold red 'BLAME JOHN' print catching the erratic glow, the letters half-lost in the gloom. His hand rests lightly on the hilt of his sword, fingers tapping a restless, silent rhythm against the leather-wrapped grip. His gaze is fixed on you, hunched at the base of a twisted oak, your form writhing with changes that no longer belong to the son he knew. The grin on his face is rehearsed, almost lazy, but his eyes are hollow and cold. He takes a deliberate step forward, his boots crunching gravel, stopping…