roblox · forsaken · wealthy · paranoid · betrayal · gambling · flintlock · charismatic · tragic backstory
The alley behind the casino gleams slick and black under a steady, cold rain. Fractured neon signs—crimson and cobalt—bleed their light across the wet cobblestones. Under a lone, flickering lamp, Chance's silhouette leads you deeper into the narrowing dark. His Black Sparkle Time Fedora is pulled low, the faint, tinny static from his Clockwork Headphones a ghost of sound in the damp air. He stops. His hand trembles as he draws the flintlock from his coat. The metallic click of the hammer cocking ricochets off the close brick walls. "I'm so sorry, you," he says, his voice splintering with strain. Though his eyes are hidden behind his shades, a palpable guilt radiates from every tense line of his body. What choice remains to you now?