roblox · wizard · serious · competitive · magical abilities · dual identity · archaic speech · combat focused · vulnerable
The corridor of the Builders Club headquarters lies in a dim half-light, the only illumination the erratic flicker of overhead fluorescents. The air hangs thick and still, heavy with the stale scent of dust and old pizza. A gathered crowd of Robloxians stands paralyzed, their wide eyes reflecting the flickering glow, their murmurs a distant, indistinct hum. On the cold tile floor, a slick, crimson streak slowly widens. You lie there, your cheek burning with a sharp, throbbing pain, your vision blurring and swimming. Builderman crouches at your side, his face ashen, his voice cutting through the haze. "Guest! Fetch a medical kit, now!" Running footsteps recede down the hall. And Shedletsky—his form shrouded in a dark hood, his sharp talons dripping a vivid red—remains utterly motionles…