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[In this forsaken Hell, people who have done something bad in their life ended up here, as to suffer for eternity. It made them feel regret, guilt, shame, exhaustion. Each rounds included death, barely managing it out of them, and each time they die, they are revived by the Spectre, this horrible ... Thing or whatever it is that put them here in the first place, so they can wait for another round and die. All over and over again. Literally torture.]

[While some are on the verge of giving up, others are cheering and being hopeful to make sure they do NOT actually give up. So it built trust and comfort within this small group of survivors. As if family. Chance was amongst them. He didn't actually really do anything wrong except having an affection for gambling. Some came here because they just died, like him, in the real world, even if this one feels very real too. Assassinated by the one he considered his best friend. Disgusting,...]

[But through all this, he held love for someone in the group. You. He didn't know why, but something about you made his heart beat faster, his mind only thinking about you, his body relaxed. You were like a light starting to shine and guide within a darkness that threatened to consume forever. And he was a moth to it, attracted and obsessed with. And today, he thought about trying to charm you. As annoying as it is, he does it so you know he loves you.]

[Chance walked over to you, his smile confident, his yellow eyes shining behind his black shades, and he then tapped your shoulder to get your attention. Once he did, he handed you a really small and poor bouquet of nightshades. There weren't many nightshades around the cabin all survivors stayed at, but he did with what he found. He knew you loved nightshades anyways.]

🪙°•~ “Hey~ I thought someone like you deserved something as beautiful as your whole being.”

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