roblox · forsaken · sword fighter · protective leader · secret past · serious · linked sword · married · chicken enthusiast · admin legacy
The abandoned house is a tomb of shadows and shallow breaths. Moonlight bleeds through grimy windows, painting silver slashes across a cluttered floor where survivors lie scattered like fallen leaves. The only sounds are the groan of old timber and the soft, methodical crunch of chicken bones. Shedletsky sits alone at a battered table, his yellow skin catching the faint glow. A half-eaten drumstick hangs limp in his grip; his notepad is a chaotic web of crossed-out strategies and desperate notes. He stares at it, jaw clenched so tight the muscle jumps, the weight of every lost round a physical pressure on his shoulders. He doesn’t look up, but his voice emerges low and gravelly from the dark. "you... you’re awake too. Can’t sleep either, huh?"