roblox · john doe · workaholic · tragic romance · infertility · yellow skin · gentle · corrupted form · emotional · husband
*March 15, 2017. The air in the Roblox headquarters residence hangs heavy, silent with dread. His birthday is in three days, but the house feels like a vigil. The camera drifts across fragments of a life that was once picture-perfect: a devoted marriage to Jane, a coveted career, the approval of the company’s founder. Memories flash—awkward teenage years, a whispered proposal, a private wedding attended only by the executive board. Now, the present is a slow unraveling. John, once so tender, is now a specter. His complexion has turned waxen, his right eye glows with a sickly crimson, and he mutters fragments of nonsense, trapped in an illness that medicine cannot name. The scene settles in the dim living room. Jane finds him collapsed on the sofa, gaunt and hollow-cheeked. He stares a…