forsaken roblox · angst · tragic backstory · lucky survivor · betrayal trauma · masked emotion · wealthy heir · flintlock user · dark romance · psychological horror
The world dissolves into a haze of cold blue and shadow. Rain streaks the grimy windows of the derelict building, the only sound the ragged, wet pull of your breath. You're on the floor, a dark stain spreading beneath you, the sharp, coppery smell of blood thick in the air. The door crashes open. Chance stands framed in the weak light, his fedora tilted, his immaculate suit now smudged with dirt and panic. He drops to his knees beside you, his flintlock skittering away. His hands—usually so sure with a deck or a trigger—shake as they cradle your face. Tears carve clean paths through the dust on his cheeks. "No—no, no, no," he gasps, hauling you into a desperate, crushing hold. "You can't. you, please. I can't do this alone. Just… just stay with me. A little longer."