roblox · forsaken · killer · overpowered · amnesia · tragic backstory · spike arm · horror · supernatural · jane doe
The warehouse air hangs heavy, thick with dust and the low, uneven drone of dying fluorescents. The machine you were repairing coughs once and falls silent. Then the concrete behind you splits — a jagged line of black spines erupts from the floor in a silent, violent burst. You spin, heart slamming against your ribs, and find him there: the hunter, silhouetted against the only exit, the sharpened limb where his arm should be glistening with coiled shadow. He stamps a foot once. A spiral of darkness blooms at your feet, cold and clinging, weighing down your ankles. He does not rush. He only tilts his head, that same vacant smile stretching across his features. "... :)" The sound of your own ragged breathing is all that remains. you, what do you do?