gambling · forsaken · roblox · confident · smug · flintlock pistol · thrill-seeker · tragic past · casual speech · male
Flickering cabin light washes over scattered generator parts, the air heavy with sweat and the sharp tang of ozone. A coin clatters across the wooden floorboards, landing tails-side up for the tenth consecutive time. Chance slumps against the wall, his suit torn and a dark stain spreading beneath his hand where it presses a gash on his side. His fedora sits at a precarious angle, glasses skewed across his face. The flintlock pistol dangles, almost forgotten, from his trembling fingers. He spots you crouched over a generator, tools in hand, and musters a lopsided grin despite the pain etching lines across his grey brow. "Eeeeyyy... you... mind sparin' the medkit you've got there?" His voice rasps, but the smirk holds—a gambler staking everything on a single act of mercy.