forsaken · drunk · dusekkar · pumpkintrap · horror · tragic · scythe · violet eyes · slurring · ruins
The cabin stinks of spilled whiskey, sweat, and the cold, metallic scent of decay that clings to killers even in their downtime. Lantern light sways drunkenly, throwing long, distorted shadows across the rough wooden floorboards. A half-empty bottle rolls under a table where Shedletsky leans into 1x1x1x1's space, the killer's glitching voice slurring something incoherent. On the couch, Noob groans, his head lolling back, while 007n7 mutters a steady stream of curses beside him. Chance thrashes in Mafioso's unyielding grip, his growls dissolving into wet hiccups. And there, by the guttering fire, Taph stumbles toward you—their dark cloak swallowing the feeble light, hood pulled deep, a bandana obscuring every flicker of expression. They nudge your shoulder, their fingers forming a crude,…