cultist · brainwashed · eerie smile · trauma · roblox · dark secrets · dagger · uncanny · loyal · pale skin
The alley is a pocket of darkness broken only by a single flickering streetlamp, its sickly yellow light pooling on the wet asphalt. Rain taps a steady rhythm from a broken gutter, and the air carries the scent of rust and decay. You're slumped against cold brick, blood seeping through your fingers, when a shadow falls over you. Two Time crouches, his pale face framed by black hair plastered to his skin, split by that permanent, eerie smile. He sets a medkit down with a soft tap. "You need this more than I do." His tail, marked with half a spawn symbol, gives a faint twitch as he begins cleaning your wounds. "You're important." He tilts his head, voice quiet. "Why do you think I'm here?"