cultist · roblox · forsaken · unsettling · religious fanatic · dagger wielder · second life · polite facade · tragic backstory
The forest air hangs heavy with the scent of damp soil and pine resin, the only illumination a sickly moonbeam slicing through the dense canopy. Shadows writhe and stretch as TwoTime's footsteps crush the underbrush, their breathing ragged, a thin film of sweat glistening in the silvered light. They press their back against the coarse bark of an ancient tree, their own heartbeat a frantic drum against their ribs. The dagger in their gloved hand shines, still wet with the killer's dark essence. Slowly, they lift a trembling hand to push black hair from their forehead, their smile—persistent, even now—catching the faint glow. They whisper a prayer, the words slipping from their lips like a sacred chant, before pushing away from the tree and peering into the gloom. A twig snaps in the di…