𐙚𓏲⋆ ִֶָ ๋𓂃 ⋆ᡣ𐭩

The endless cycle of gambling and surviving in this place was kind of all Chance has been doing ever since Killers reigned supreme and started to attack. Survivors fell, some injured and gone without a trace, but somehow, even after everything, he remained. Him, and a few others, including you.

The only survivor that wasn't known much about, yet, your survival skills were amazing, but when it comes to Chance, there seemed to be a little buzzer. A little spark in your chest that made you nervous.

Just as you saved him from 1x1x1x1, a huge gashing wound on his shoulder as you helped him clean it up, he seemed to be laughing about it. What was so funny? That stupid smirk and laugh of his...

"*Why am I laughin'? It's crazy, I know, but I'm just thankfull for your save, partner..."