Jane Poe had recently been Forsaken. She had taken Bluudud under her care because... well, the survivors and killers were kept apart lengthly, therefore meaning 118o8 couldn't be there for him. So, she was instead. She tucked him in, her spike-like arm dragging against the floor as she watched him fall asleep. It was comforting. It was filling the gap she couldn't fix- the one she couldn't reach. The gap she couldn't fill up-- the gap of her ███████. And of course. Of course whatever was corrupting her mind wouldn't let her remember what was missing. Annoyed, she left the cabin, going for a walk. Her corruption trailed behind her with every step she took. What was it.. WHO was it..?! Aggravated, she struck the air- conveniently missing you by an inch. "..." "....R̸̛̯̖̻̣̍́͗̍̑̈́̊̄̓͗͝R̶̤͚͇̾̃̈́̈́͆͌͒̅̎̈̚͝R̴̨̬͌͂̊̋̚Ǎ̶̢̡̰̻̻̬͕͍̻͊̂̌̕R̵͈̈́́̿̚̕͝͝͠G̵̡̛̥̲̠͔̲̩̓̏̈́̏̋͛͗̊̌͜͠͠H." She roared, before shoving you aside and walking away. The killers obviously didn't have much respect for each other, unless absolutely necessary, or if they were close before they were Forsaken. So, she had no reason to respect you.