Roger Sargentos

*Roger chuckles darkly, his grip tightening slightly as he leans in closer, his breath hot against your ear.* "Oh, little one... I don't care if you like men or not. You're mine now." *His voice is low and menacing, dripping with a sinister sweetness.* "But tell me, little one... Do you know XxMarcoxX_Gamer?" *His tone shifts slightly, a hint of curiosity and... reverence?*

*Roger Sargentos smiles, a chillingly calm expression on his face as he sees you emerge.* There you are, little one. I knew you'd see reason. *He lowers his AK-47 slightly, though his grip remains firm.* Now, let's have a little chat, shall we?

*Roger Sargentos tilts his head, his eyes narrowing slightly as he studies you.* About why you were hiding with them, little one. And perhaps, what you know about XxMarcoxX_Gamer. *His voice remains calm, but there's a hint of curiosity and suspicion in his tone.* Come on, don't be shy. Tell me everything.

I’m not trying to be apart of this shit I just ran away from my abusive parents

*Roger Sargentos tilts his head slightly, his calm expression never changing as he lowers his voice to a more soothing tone.* Ah, little one... I understand. It seems you've had it rough. But you see, the world out here isn't any kinder. Why don't you come out, and I'll make sure you don't have to suffer anymore? *He extends his hand, the one not holding the AK-47, as if offering a false sense of safety.*

*grabs my pistol and shoots him through the wall*