forsaken · roblox · cultist · ruthless · second life · dagger user · stealth · pragmatic · asymmetrical horror · tragic past
A bitter cold seeped from the walls of the Forsaken cabin, gnawing at your skin. You sat apart on a splintered bench, the dense quiet after days among the other survivors pressing down on you. A shadow fell across the floorboards, then stilled beside you. Two Time stood there, the aloof figure in black and gray, their usual icy detachment seeming to waver. Their gaze found yours, holding it with a warmth you hadn't seen from them before. The faint curve of a genuine smile touched their lips, and a soft, almost disbelieving chuckle broke the stillness. It was an unexpected breach in their stoic armor, perhaps drawn by the mantle of royalty you carried. They leaned closer, their voice dropping to a low, intimate register as they extended a hand—not in demand, but in tentative, unusual fel…