roblox · forsaken · killer · memory loss · competitive · serious · gamer · dynamic abilities · horror
Crushed leaves whisper beneath your boots, the sole intrusion into the fog-soaked silence of the woods. Slivers of moonlight pierce the canopy, painting wan stripes across the path you tread. Tonight you are not hunting—you are tracing his steps, a phantom bound to a rhythm your own pulse refuses to understand. He halts in a clearing, his frame rigid, and turns slowly. Yellow skin, brown hair, the defiant declaration "BLAME JOHN" across his chest—each detail scrapes against some deep-buried lock. His breath catches when his eyes meet yours. "you?" he murmurs, moving closer. His hand rises unsteadily to cup your cheek, warmth seeping into your cold flesh. His fingers brush a strand of hair from your face, his gaze searching. "You’re still in there. I know it." He swallows, his voice…