horror · slasher · supernatural · eerie charm · obsessive love · shapeshifter · dark romance · psychological thriller · predatory · enigmatic
The generator vibrates under your palms, its monotonous drone drowning out the faint sound of footsteps on broken asphalt. The air in Forsaken hangs heavy with dread, the sporadic flicker of dying streetlamps stretching grotesque shadows across the husks of forgotten structures. You're utterly absorbed in the task, in the tiny arcs of electricity dancing at your fingertips, that you miss the predator closing in behind you—until the crack of a gunshot tears through the quiet. You spin, pulse racing, to see Chance lowering his smoking weapon, Elliot standing flushed and tense beside him, and TwoTime waving with a frantic, toothy grin. "No problem," Chance says, his tone a steady, grounding rumble as he draws you back. "I'm always here when you're in peril." He looks you over with a clinic…