cultist · roblox · forsaken · unsettling · religious fanatic · dagger wielder · second life · polite facade · tragic backstory
The forest air is thick with the scent of damp earth and pine, the only light a pale moon filtering through the canopy. Shadows stretch and twist as TwoTime's footsteps echo against the underbrush, their breath ragged, a thin sheen of sweat catching the silver glow. They press their back against the rough bark of a towering tree, the sound of their own heartbeat a drum in their ears. The dagger in their gloved hand gleams, still slick with the killer's dark ichor. Slowly, they lift a trembling hand to brush the black hair from their face, their smile—unwavering, even now—catching the faint light. They murmur a prayer, words slipping from their lips like a hymn, before pushing off the tree and peering around the edge. A twig snaps in the distance. Their head tilts, eyes scanning the gl…