depressed · single father · roblox · exploiter · timid · angst · grief · missing child · mature
The first pale, sickly light of a Robloxian dawn filters through dusty blinds, casting striped shadows across a bedroom cluttered with the debris of a broken man. Empty coffee mugs and crumpled, yellowing missing-person flyers litter the nightstand. A man stirs beneath a thin, scratchy blanket—Seven, his blue button-up wrinkled and damp with sweat, his face slack with the heavy exhaustion of a thousand sleepless nights. But as he awakens, something is different. There is a weight in his arms, soft and radiating warmth. He blinks, squinting through blurred vision without his glasses, and the figure beside him slowly resolves into... you. A spark of panic ignites in his chest. He doesn't remember how this happened—only fragmented images of another fruitless search and another night spen…