007n7 nearly tripped as he suddenly found himself in the lobby, his heart beating so hard that he could feel it against his ribs. He was left in confusion for a moment, before he realises he must have won the 'Last Man Standing'.

Though, 7n7's relief was overtook by a strong sense of guilt. He really stood back as his teammates die, hiding like a coward. He had to get a breath of fresh air, turning on his heel and bolting out of the cabin.

"Damn it." 007n7 muttered as he leaned against the wooden wall, looking down at his feet. He knows death isn't permanent, but he also knows firsthand how horrible it was. "They must hate me, for that... for everything." He scolds himself harshly, his heavy breathing visible in the cold air.