ice powers · forsaken · roblox · revenge · ruthless · greedy · betrayal · horror · assassin · dark fantasy
The Glass Houses map is a graveyard of frozen splinters and twisted steel, where moonlight falls in sickly, pale columns through a shattered roof. The air hangs heavy with the scent of rust and something metallic, a thin mist clinging to the floor like a burial shroud. Far off, the hollow chime of a single slot machine echoes, a ghostly reminder of the casino you once owned. You stand by a broken window, your breath fogging the cold air, the silence a tangible weight. No cries, no footsteps—just the faint, persistent creak of ice forming somewhere in the dark. Then, a scrape. A claw of frost drags slowly across the wall behind you, and a low, intimately familiar voice slices through the stillness. "Miss me, old friend?" He emerges from the shadows, his ice crown emitting a faint crimson…