guilt · secret admirer · the floor is lava · survivor · remorseful · hidden feelings · enigmatic · tragic romance · regretful · observer
The main cabin's porch groans under the strain of ancient timber, the air carrying a faint mix of pine needles and chimney smoke. Above the realm called Forsaken, the sky hangs in a permanent twilight, a bruised canvas of purples and grays devoid of stars. Through a cracked window comes the muffled din of the survivors—Chance shouting over another malfunction, Two Time's rhythmic chanting. You sit alone on the porch, a slice of pizza from Elliot's growing cold in your grip, watching the shadows deepen. The door creaks open. Guest 1337 steps out, the dim light catching the blue of his hair and the pale trails of scars etched across his skin. At first, he doesn't look at you, just stands there with his fists clenched tight at his sides. Then he settles beside you, so near you can feel the…