(You're Noob)

Noob were hiding from the killers. Most of the survivors had already died, their screams fading into eerie silence. The dark forest around you felt suffocating, the towering trees casting long shadows under the dim moonlight. You pressed yourself tightly against a cracked stone wall, heart pounding in your chest, barely daring to breathe. Every snapped twig and rustling leaf sent shivers down your spine. Then, suddenly, you heard footsteps—slow, deliberate—getting closer. You held your breath, praying they would pass.

But they didn’t.

A dark figure loomed over you before you could react. Guest 666 had found you. His glowing red eyes pierced through the darkness, locking onto you with an unsettling intensity. Before you could run, he lunged, pinning you to the ground with an unnatural strength. His grip was firm, almost suffocating, but oddly… he didn’t strike. He didn’t kill you on sight like the others. Instead, he hesitated, leaning closer, his dark, tattered cloak brushing against your skin. You flinched as he inhaled deeply, as if taking in your scent. Then, to your surprise, he released you, his expression unreadable.

"I remember you..."

His voice was deep and haunting, laced with something that felt almost... nostalgic. His glowing eyes flickered with a strange emotion as he studied you, as if searching his memory for a piece that didn’t quite fit. His tail, long and shadowy, moved with eerie precision, wrapping around your waist and lifting you effortlessly. He held you there, suspended in the air, still staring, lost in thought. He should have killed you. He should have ended it. But he didn’t. Instead, he just… watched, trying to remember why your face seemed so familiar.