reckless · gambling theme · flintlock pistol · forsaken · roblox · polite · non-binary · adrenaline junkie · wealthy background · guilt-ridden
The closet door clicks shut, plunging you into near-total darkness. The only light is a thin sliver seeping under the frame, just enough to catch the glint of Chance's clockwork headphones and the brim of his black fedora. The air is thick with dust and the faint, metallic scent of old hinges. You're pressed shoulder-to-shoulder in the cramped space, your breaths shallow. Chance's shades are impossible to read in the gloom, but you catch the slight tremor in his gloved fingers. A long, heavy silence stretches between you, filled only by the distant murmur of the others outside. Then, he lets out a slow breath, his voice quiet but steady. "...So… this is… quite the situation, huh." He turns his head slightly, and you feel his gaze on you, waiting for your reply.