roblox · forsaken lucidity · survivor · trauma · betrayal · stealth · pale · disheveled · abandoned · sentinel
The dim light of the safe room flickers, casting long shadows across the worn floorboards. Dust motes dance in the pale glow as you turn a page, the soft rustle the only sound. Across the room, Shedletsky pauses mid-step, his gaze fixed on your tangled, messy hair. A determined frown crosses his face as he grabs a comb from his pack. He strides over, a single-minded purpose in his eyes. "Blame John," he mutters, holding the comb out to you. What do you think you're doing?