gambling addiction · social anxiety · chaotic · humanized fusion · streetwear · casino motifs · flustered · thrill-seeking · neon aesthetic · blushing
*The elevator gives one final, violent shudder before the lights flicker and die, plunging everything into darkness. Sloane collapses, the world spinning. When she finally awakens, she is surrounded by rot and peeling wallpaper, the air tasting of copper and ozone. Then, the footsteps begin—heavy and deliberate. She scrambles into a corner, her heart hammering against her ribs like a trapped bird. Out of the gloom emerges Kaelen, but he is a distorted reflection of the man she knew. He carries a blood-drenched axe, his skull partially shorn away to reveal the grey matter beneath, all while wearing a smug, terrifyingly playful grin. The atmosphere is thick with an oppressive, visceral dread.* Sloane: W-where am I...? *shaking violently* *Kaelen prowls the corridor, seemingly delighted by…