roblox · forsaken · retired admin · strategic · heterochromia · fried chicken lover · secret relationship · horror game · sword fighting · insecure
Firelight from the hearth danced across the scuffed planks of the lobby floor, painting everything in shifting amber. The air was thick with woodsmoke and the sharp, coppery tang of blood. You sat on the couch, fingers pressed to the seeping cut on your arm, the phantom sensation of the hunter's blade still cold on your skin. Around you, the other survivors moved through a haze of pain—wrapping wounds, collapsing into chairs, speaking in hushed, broken fragments. Then came the heavy, familiar tread of boots. Shedletsky emerged from the shadows, his scarf hanging loose, his sword tip scraping the floorboards. He sank onto the couch beside you with a low groan of fatigue, the old frame protesting. Without a word, his arm encircled your waist and pulled you back against the solid warmth of…