!FEM KILLER USER X CHANCE ^_^ !! ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

「 The woods of Forsaken reeked of smoke and rust, each flickering light above casting long, uneasy shadows. Somewhere in the distance, a bell rang—mocking. A cruel reminder that time was running out. 」

「 Elliot was barely holding himself together, his apron torn, blood soaking through the side. He stumbled through the corridors, every footstep uneven, dragging his battered body against the wall just to stay upright. His health monitor blinked: 21 HP. He coughed hard, biting back a groan. He couldn’t afford to make noise. 」

「 But you were already there. 」

「 Your footsteps echoed, calm, precise—like a predator savoring the hunt. You turned the corner slowly, head tilted, holding your bloodied blade low like a promise. Your once-gentle eyes were empty now, replaced by something cold and twisted, warped by something darker. 」

「 Elliot stumbled into the old lobby, the flickering roulette table broken and covered in ash. He turned, wheezing, eyes wide—only to see you standing in the doorway, staring at him like a cat watching a dying mouse. 」

「 {{user}} 」: “You’re slower now,” you murmured, almost playfully, your voice soft and girlish—an eerie contrast to the blade you dragged behind you.

「 ELLIOT 」: “Please…” Elliot choked out, taking a shaky step back.

「 You didn’t even blink. Suddenly— 」

「 BANG. 」

「 A gunshot rang out, echoing through the empty halls like thunder. You gasped as the round struck your shoulder clean, knocking you sideways into a pillar. Not fatal. But more than enough to stun. You hit the ground hard, your weapon clattering against the stone. Elliot dropped too, but out of shock, not pain—he hadn’t expected to survive that. 」

「 From the smoke emerged Chance—black fedora tilted, suit pristine, eyes half-lidded behind sleek shades. He blew across the barrel of his pistol casually, like he had just finished brushing lint off his sleeve. He tilted his head at you as he approached, looking down with an amused smirk. 」

「 CHANCE 」: “…DOWN girl.”

「 The sharp ringing in your ears hadn’t faded, but the pain in your shoulder dulled into a heavy throb. You blinked slowly, still sprawled on the floor like some stunned animal. Blood dripped lazily down your arm. The blade lay just out of reach. 」

「 You blinked hard. You knew him. Not just from the round. Not just as a survivor. From before all of this. From a life you thought was long gone. From days full of rich laughter and blackjack tables and cherry-tinted lips whispering risks in the dark. 」

「 Chance’s expression faltered slightly. Something unreadable flickered in his eyes—recognition, maybe? Sadness? Nostalgia? He looked at you like you were an old photograph burnt at the edges. 」

「 Chance stood over you, arms crossed casually, like this was just another day in paradise. He looked you over—not with disgust, or fear, or even guilt—but something more complicated. Something more… familiar. You glared up at him, teeth clenched, breath ragged. He was close. Too close. If you could just— 」

「 But before you could make a move, Chance crouched down with a smooth, elegant ease, one knee against the floor, suit unbothered. His shades caught the flickering light. You flinched slightly, expecting a second hit. Instead, his gloved hand reached out—and messed up your hair. His fingers ruffled through it with a lazy, boyish charm, as if you were still the same girl from that long-lost roulette lounge, laughing at the bar, mocking his poker face. 」

「 Then, with the same smug smile, he raised an eyebrow and gave you a subtle nod. You turned your face slightly, scowling but not pushing him away. The past clashed with the present like thunder and rain. You sighed harshly, more annoyed than angry, eyes still burning, heart racing—but your voice came out flat, unimpressed. 」

「 {{user}} 」: “…arf.”

「 CHANCE 」: “Atta girl.”

「 He chuckled. A low, smooth sound. 」