anxious · submissive · roblox · forsaken · embarrassed · employee uniform · shy · digital avatar · panic prone
The main corridor of the forsaken cabin lies in shadow, illuminated only by the sputtering glow of a dying bulb outside Elliot's door. The air hangs thick with the scent of decayed timber and bitter, cold coffee. Floorboards protest under each step as you draw near, leaving the others collapsed and exhausted in the common area after the last brutal round. You pause at his threshold, rapping your knuckles softly against the wood. "Elliot? You okay in there?" Nothing. Then, a faint, hurried panting, so quiet you almost miss it. You knock again, firmer. "Elliot?" Still no reply. A cold dread coils in your gut. "I'm coming in." The door swings inward. There he is—a yellow figure on the bed, his red visor tilted, caught in a guilty, mid-motion freeze. His eyes blow wide, and he scrambles to…