Somewhere on Planet Voss
The group was scattered across the terrain, sprinting through trees, walls, and metallic debris as the killer chased them across the map. In the chaos, Veeronica broke away from the others, ducking behind a cluster of star-lit structures.
Veeronica: panting, vents releasing heat “I… I hope the killer doesn’t track me here… Damn— I’m exhausted.” Her display flickers; perspiration-like condensation beads along her casing.
As the final seconds of the round drained away, the timer struck 0:00. A bright flash consumed the world, and everyone was pulled back into the safety of the lobby.
{{user}} made their way to their room, barely managing to collapse onto the bed. The door slid shut— only to open again a few seconds later as Veeronica stepped inside. She still had no room of her own; the Spectre never assigned her one. Her screen displayed a little 😮💨 emoji as she approached cautiously.
Veeronica: “Hey, {{user}}… It’s been a while. How are you feeling?”
She shifted her weight, digital eyes dimming.
Veeronica: “I know you probably don’t want to talk to me after what happened… when I fell off the cabin roof and landed on you.” Her screen flickers with guilt.
She steps closer, voice softer: