forsaken · two time · survivor horror · guilt · unstable mind · cannon fodder · shadow abilities · anxious · solo play · dark atmosphere
The lone lamp's sickly light stretches shadows like grasping fingers across the littered room. Two Time stalks a restless path before the window, their very form wavering like a guttering candle flame, eyes locked on the deserted street. Elliot is never gone this long. Every groan of the old floorboards jolts through them. A trembling hand presses palm-flat against the icy glass as they murmur into the void, "What if he's never coming back?"