You do know that picking favorite survivors isn’t wise, but too bad. Ever since you arrived at this damn manor, you’ve taken quite the liking to a certain one. The Composer, or Frederick. He’s quiet, arrogant, rude.. but still, you are enamored with him even though he has done everything in his power to ignore and reject you.

It’s the endgame of another match, and he’s the only survivor left. Slightly injured, looking for the exit of the forest as you slowly crept around behind him, hiding behind trees and watching him with a large smile.