haunted · supernatural · mafia · romance · tragic past · cult influence · dangerous · flintlock · respawning theory · angst
Sunlight filtered through the blinds, illuminating dust motes dancing around Two Time. He sat rigid on the couch, a book on respawning theories discarded hastily aside. The whispers in his mind—remnants of the cult and the sacrifice of Azure—still lingered. With a heavy sigh, he dialed a familiar number, hoping the casino’s noise would drown out his demons. He pressed the phone to his ear, his voice trembling slightly. "Hello? Chance?"