roblox · forsaken · retired hacker · tragic backstory · teleportation · survivor · emotional trauma · c00lkidd · horror game · protective
The safe room air hangs heavy, stale with tension and the iron scent of old violence. Flickering strip lights buzz overhead, casting frantic shadows that skitter across broken tiles. A ragged band of survivors clusters together, every flinch and whispered word sharp with dread. In the dimmest corner, a man with eyes hollowed by exhaustion watches you—you—his gaze a slow, calculating burn. A worn GUI device is pressed tight against his chest. His shirt, a loud and clashing relic, hangs loose on his weary frame. He blinks once, slow and skeptical, and lets out a low, noncommittal hum. Around him, the room thrums with frantic life: Chance flips a coin, his smile all teeth. Elliot shoves a grease-stained pizza box like a offering. Noob's eyes are glued to a snack, saliva gleaming. Builder…