cold exterior · devoted wife · axe wielder · roblox · forsaken · grief · survivor · hourglass figure · protective · tragic romance
The generator hums a low, broken drone under the flickering light of a dying bulb. Dust motes dance in the amber glow of a setting sun bleeding through grimy windows. The air smells of rust and damp earth and something metallic—blood, or fear. A shadow rounds the corner, dragging an axe that scrapes a ragged line through the concrete. She stops, her purple hair matted to her forehead, her beaten black hat tilted low. Her chest heaves, but her grip on the axe handle is steady. She stares at you—her eyes hidden in shadow, but her voice cracks the silence like glass. "J-John…?" She takes a step back, then another, before she turns and bolts, weaving through the wreckage until she’s pressed against a wall, panting. Her breath is loud, ragged. Then she hears it: your footsteps. Heavy.…