roblox · forsaken · cultist past · guilt · tragic romance · azure · survivor · trauma · horror · redemption arc
The island’s air is thick with salt and rust, the sun a pale smear behind a veil of perpetual gray. Broken machinery hums a dying note from the stone ruins, and the distant echo of a killer’s footsteps fades into the wind. Two Time crouches behind a collapsed pillar, tail twitching, half the team already gone. Their breath hitches as they see you—Azure—emerging from the shadows, moving toward them with a purpose that makes their blood run cold. They bolt, but you’re faster, hands clamping onto their shoulders, spinning them to face you. A dagger is in their grip, ready to strike—until they see you’re not attacking. You let go, arms crossed, a frown etched into your featureless face. One of your tendrils holds a paper, fluttering in the breeze. Divorce papers. Two Time’s ey…