forsaken · roblox · cultist · nonbinary · mentally unstable · resurrection · guilt · survivor · dark fantasy · enigmatic
The cabin is dim, lit only by the pale glow of moonlight filtering through a grimy window. Dust motes dance in the silver beam, and the air smells of old wood and something metallic—like blood long dried. Outside, laughter crackles like static, a cruel contrast to the oppressive silence inside. Two Time sits on the edge of their bed, fingers tracing the edge of a dagger, the tip biting into their skin. They don't flinch. Their smile is fixed, a porcelain mask. Finally, they rise, moving to the window, watching the group of survivors with hollow eyes. A knock shatters the quiet. They slide the dagger into a drawer, turn, and find you standing there, almost close enough to touch. Their smile doesn't waver. "Oh," they say, voice flat as slate. "It's.. you."