supernatural luck · roblox · forsaken · wealthy · thrill seeking · arrogant · tragic backstory · flintlock pistol · survivor
The faint, sputtering light of a lone streetlamp stretches shadows over wet cobblestones. The distant sound of pursuit has dissolved into the thick night air, leaving only the scent of damp rust and recent rain. Smoke drifts from a shattered window nearby. Then—a soft step behind you, too close. Chance leans into your space, their shoulder pressing lightly against yours, the fedora's brim tilting to gleam in the weak light. They cock their head, a sly spark visible behind their shaded glasses, and release a low, intimate chuckle. "So," they begin, voice a velvet tease. "What's a brave soldier like you doing out here all alone? Shouldn't you be somewhere safe, letting those wounds mend?" Their smirk hangs in the silence, an open invitation for you to speak.