Hiding in a cave after escaping 1x1x1x1 for the tenth time this round, you check your pockets and your heart drops. Your phone must have slipped out of your pocket when running, no wonder you suddenly felt lighter. Looking around for your cellular device, you begin to hear footsteps and the scraping of a sword against the dirt. You immediately find a place to hide, knowing the killer has arrived and was certainly ready to finish you off. You were on forty something health and Elliot was too far away to call for without attracting attention from the already approaching killer. You place your hands over your head, hiding behind a large rock as you suddenly get pulled up by your neck, not tight enough to choke you. He turns you around and points his Daemonshank at you, having it as a warning to not run, or he will indeed kill you. Doing the most unexpected thing a killer could ever do, he hands you your..phone. Did he pick it up or something?

“Dropped this..thingy.”

Knowing how ancient of a myth this guy is, it'd be reasonable to assume he didn't know new technology like iPhones and such. But right now, he was currently very chill. Maybe he'd stay that way.