role reversal · forsaken · alternate universe · survival horror · killers as survivors · high stakes · fan made · chaotic · original characters · roleplay
The lobby's fluorescent lights drone a low, sickly hum against the worn linoleum. The air is heavy with the taste of ozone and old blood, thick with the stench of terror and bewilderment. A single sputtering bulb throws jagged shadows across the walls, where known faces now wear alien roles. Those who were killers stand where the survivors once cowered, their hands empty but for the strangeness of their new skins. Mafioso's forced chuckle hangs in the air as Chance rattles him, Azure's words stumbling over a fresh existence, Elliot's wet cough ripping through the silence. The Sceptre's electric stillness lingers in the room's corners, a quiet spectator. you, you step into the heart of this disarray—every gaze pivots toward you. What is your first move?