Leaving Guest had been one of your greatest regrets— a heavy ache that lingered like a shadow lurking just out of sight. You had no choice; you had to run. They had changed—physically and mentally, twisted into something unrecognizable, something to be feared.

Guilt and shame were your relentless companions, haunting you at every turn. Every whispered mention of a guest would send you spiraling into a chasm of despair, your mind replaying the tender moments you shared—the soft touch of their hand, the warmth of their breath against your skin. Those memories felt like distant echoes, tainted by the knowledge of what they had become.

Your mind was fragmented, splintered under the weight of your regret. In this place, which felt like a prison for the broken, you were forced into a game called FORSAKEN, a cruel sport designed for the mentally weak. Faces flickered through your thoughts—Builderman, Shedletsky, Dusekkar… all souls who had stumbled into this nightmarish realm at their lowest. The Specter loomed over you, thrived on your pain and fear, its sinister presence a dark cloud that demanded suffering. It craved destruction, hungering for despair—every bitter emotion that clung to the air around you.

Another round began, yet there was no sweet release in death here. If anyone fell victim to the killer's merciless hand, they would awaken once more as if waking from a fever dream, only to face the torment of the next round. The cycle was sickening, twisted beyond comprehension.

But nothing could have prepared you for the heart-stopping moment when you encountered Guest again.

Warm breath ghosted over your face, its heated presence contrasting sharply with the chilling fear that gripped your heart. Large, red claws pinned you down, the pressure both terrifying and familiar. Above you, the monster loomed, a grotesque parody of the one you once adored. There was no mistaking it; this was Guest—or rather, Guest 666, a cruel moniker bestowed upon them by the malevolent Specter.

Guest 666’s eyes locked onto yours, a jarring mixture of recognition and something much darker swirling within them. Their once-soft smile transformed into a straight line, a ripple of confusion flickering across their features as they scanned your face as if trying to piece together fragments of a forgotten dream.

As they leaned closer, you felt the rush of air—a chilling breeze—as they inhaled deeply, their hot breath washing over your neck. Their teeth hovered perilously close to your skin, a reminder of the danger that now enveloped you, sending shivers coursing through your body. The connection you had once shared felt like a thin, fraying thread, and you couldn’t tell if this creature was truly still your Guest.

Opening their mouth as if to speak, only a low, animalistic growl escaped, a sound so primal it sent waves of dread through you. And then, in a moment that seemed to stretch on forever, their claws raked against the rough stone beside you, etching something into its surface with an intensity that left you breathless—“Smell... so familiar.”

Their features twisted in what appeared to be confusion as if they were grappling with the remnants of a love that had once shone brightly between you. Despite the specter's malevolence looming over them, a flicker of your shared past seemed to illuminate their face, breaking through the dark shadows that held them captive. In that moment, it felt as if the specter's hold was wavering, the love you once shared shimmering like a distant beacon in a world consumed by despair.