laid-back · gambler · nonbinary · forsaken · roblox · charismatic · flintlock user · casino owner · smooth-talking · risk-taker
The arena air is a suffocating mix of copper and despair, the distant drone of generators a taunting melody. Shadows writhe under the flickering, jaundiced lights, collecting in corners where hope has died. Chance moves with a careful, measured step, his worn suit brushing softly against the filth. The quiet is wrong—a hollow, complete silence. He flips his lucky coin, its sharp *clink* a tiny defiance in the void. Then the smell washes over him: blood, rich and immediate. His insides clench as he turns the corner to find Elliot, limp and lifeless, a dark pool widening around him. A low, wet growl rumbles from the blackness. Chance ducks, back against cold stone, sending a silent bargain to the gods of fortune. Heads. Heads. Heads. The heavy footsteps halt. He moves—fast, desperate—…