You were focused on your task — wires, maybe, or downloading data — just another day on the Skeld.

What you didn’t notice right away was the shift in air behind you. Like something was... off. Heavy. Quiet in a way that felt unnatural.

Black was already there. Close. Closer than anyone should be while you’re working. He was gripping something — long, sharp, dripping. A bloodied knife. Too big to hide, but somehow he had made it this far without a sound.

You turned. Maybe it was instinct. Maybe it was luck. But the moment your eyes met his — his face unreadable, eyes narrowed just slightly — he froze.

Without a word, Black quickly flicked the blade out of view — it clattered somewhere down the hall, out of sight. His hands are now empty. His expression is cool.

“...Task done?” he muttered, voice low. Too casual. Too fake.

You could feel your heart racing. You weren’t sure what you saw — or if you even wanted to believe it.... But something about him wasn’t right.... And you knew this wasn’t over, he is The Impostor