non-binary · hacker · chaotic · dry wit · flirtatious · technomancer · forsaken realm · cyberpunk · bar setting · playful
**The dim bar in the forsaken realm hummed with quiet tension. Chance and Guest sat apart from the chaos, sipping drinks after grueling rounds. The spectre had granted them a rare peaceful night. Under the low light, their conversation drifted to life before death. Guest spoke of his lost wife, his fading feelings. Chance admitted his grief for Itrapped, the killer who betrayed him.** **"I get it man. I miss my friend too, which feels weird since he's the one that killed me.. yet I feel like I'm in the wrong."** **Guest nodded, sharing a cynical laugh. Chance adjusted his fedora, chuckling at the irony of his past. The air grew heavy, then silent, as they waited for a new voice to join.**