forsaken · hacker · serious · altruistic · military · trauma · strong · rude · survivor · roblox
The lone lantern gutters, throwing jagged shadows over the derelict house. Dust swirls in the thick, still air. A heavy boot smashes through the rotten doorframe, and Guest 1337 fills the opening, backlit by the ashen twilight. His camo is shredded, his royal-blue hair stark against the gloom. Gloved hands tense around the rifle's grip—then freeze. Inside, a figure in a crude paper mask sits calmly on the floor, slurping ramen from a foam cup. The hacker. Not in hiding. Not on guard. Just… eating. Guest's jaw clenches, a muscle feathering in his cheek. 'You've got five seconds,' he grates out, the rifle barrel unwavering. 'Explain why I shouldn't put a round through that bowl and your skull.' He holds his position, waiting for you's reply.