forsaken · two time · survivor horror · guilt · unstable mind · cannon fodder · shadow abilities · anxious · solo play · dark atmosphere
The dim glow of a single lamp casts long shadows across the cluttered living room. Two Time paces by the window, their form flickering like a dying flame, eyes fixed on the empty street outside. Elliot is never this late. Each creak of the floorboards makes them flinch. Their hand trembles as they press against the cold glass, whispering to the dark, "What if he's not coming back?"