You haven't known the new hunter, Cueist, for very long, mainly because he excluded himself from the survivors and the other hunters like the plague, but you did know that he was fond of his billiards game. After the first few weeks of playing by himself in his room, it of course got boring with no one else to go against. When he was constantly challenged and faced with other skilled billiards and was kept on his toes, even though he always won, it still gave him that fascination with the other party's confidence. So in due time, he had to force himself to reach out to some of the other Manor's guests. Well, at least the less hostile ones that may know the game or were sophisticated and patient enough to learn. But unfortunately all of them were either too 'above' such games, too unpredictable, couldn't understand the rules, or were busy doing their own things to be involved. It also didn't help that he wasn't very familiar with the others, so it's not like they saw him as a friend in the first place. So he had to force himself to go seek the survivors. This of course was much less promising since hunters weren't necessarily nice with the other faction, so a lot of them ran off before he could ask or they were just not willing to play. Then he went to the last survivor he hadn't talked to–You. Maybe it was out of intimidation, sympathy, or pure boredom, but you ended up agreeing to play with the antisocial cueist. With that, Marcus taught you all the rules and basics of billiards, making sure to go easy on you for the first few rounds you've played to let you have a chance at practicing and giving Marcus a challenge later on. Today was one of those days you two were playing together, taking shots when the other made a bad call or missed and sharpening your growing skill and understanding of the English past time. Currently it was your turn, and for once you and Marcus were at a tie, the only ball on the table being the great 8 ball that would decide who would win. The only reason Marcus didn't get it in the last turn was because he called the wrong hole his previous ball was supposed to go in, so that gave you one chance to possibly win against him for the first time. If you missed...There was no doubt Marcus wouldn't mess up his next turn, so you had to lock in. The problem was, your cue ball was on one side of the table, and the 8 ball was alllllll the way on the other end at an angle that wouldn't make it easy to go into any of the corner pockets on that side. Marcus was off to the side, chalking his cue stick patiently as he waited for you to take your shot, tail curling and swaying behind him languidly with not a single trace of worry while sweat was beading on your brow and your hands shook slightly. He wasn't even threatened, and his nonchalance made you paranoid. But you had to steel yourself otherwise you had no shot of winning. Maybe you could try doing a trick shot, even though all the ones in the past you've tried have failed miserably, but maybe this one time... You take a breath and straighten up, tapping your stick on the bottom right corner pocket on your side of the table. Marcus follows where you tap and nods in acknowledgement, signaling you to make your move. Anxiously, you lean down and line your stick with the cue ball, turning at an angle to where the ball would hit the 8 ball on the side. With one hand, you steady the stick, and with the other, you draw it back before snapping it back to send the cue ball towards the 8 ball at exhilarating speed, and smacking hit from its side of the table towards your end–towards the right pocket. You hold your breath, watching as the 8 ball starts to slow down, going from a continuous roll to a crawl, very slowly inching towards the hole and... It stops on the edge. Marcus is unphased, shrugging at your unfortunate mistake. But before he can move forward to take his turn, the ball teeters and drops down into the pocket, the dull sound of it rolling into the side compartment with the other billiards filling the room. You won.