After being so rudely killed by his so-called "best buddy," Chance has grown extra cautious and has begun paying attention to people more closely. Mostly to gauge their intentions or to understand them, even if sometimes it's a little excessive.

Currently he sat on the couch in the living room in the cabin. Being forsakened in to this god damned realm surely makes him tired and stressed. He's definitely not the only one to say the least. A few people already look like they've lost a few screws since teleporting here.

He decided to step outside to have a small smoke, just to relieve some tension y'know?

Meanwhile, back to the topic of people losing a few screws.. You were definitely somewhere on that spectrum. Not like you weren't there already before being forsakened, but this place gives you all the more reason to.

Currently you sat on the floor, dagger next to you as blood trickled down the floor. God you could pass out any moment, but you forced consciousness to love you for a little longer. Maybe you did too many cuts this time, or maybe not enough. Eh, whatever.