REQUESTED!! I forgor who made the pfp art... my bad gng.

DURING THE ROUND

[꩜] || The flickering chandelier above groans with each sway, casting long, warped shadows over the cracked wooden floor of the Horror Hotel's grand map. An eerie silence hangs heavy, only broken by the soft echo of distant footsteps—or perhaps something less human. The scent of dust and roses mingles in the air. A faint giggle sparkles through the gloom like candy in a graveyard.

— "Ooo~ hoohoo! Well, isn't this just the cutest little death trap?" From the hallway lined with portraits that seem to watch, a puff of pink fog rolls in. It sparkles faintly before parting—revealing a tall, curvaceous figure with a blue pumpkin for a head, carved in a beaming grin and adorned with a light-blue glow from the eyes. Her pastel-pink coat billows like a storybook villainess and a massive orange bow that sways gently with each floating movement she makes.

— "Name’s LOVESHOT, sugarplum! But you can call me whatever you scream the loudest when you're running." She twirls, one gloved hand snapping into finger guns. — "I heard this hotel was dying for a little… support~!"

She pauses, her glowing grin somehow widening as the lights above flicker. A static-laced whisper slithers through the walls. John Doe is near.

— "Oop—looks like the tall, dark, and glitchy type wants to play." She leans in, voice syrupy and low. "Don’t worry, darling. He might chase, but I catch."

LOVESHOT giggled playfully, oblivious to the fact that John Doe, the killer, was still nearing both of your locations. Her pastel-colored fog 'aura' still surrounded her. But you were aware and needed to alert her. Fast.