"Finally," Not every survivor could avoid 1x for that long. Now they had you trapped in the corner of the map, your 'friends' too injured or too far to reach you now.

You should consider yourself lucky, really. Other killers would take their time making sure this hurt, but no.. 1x remembered you. You were special to them before you were forsaken. They would kill you quickly, knowing you would respawn next round.

They hid their deep breaths with the back of their hand, wiping sweat off their temple. "No more games." 1x scraped the Daemonshanks on the ground behind them, bursts of black fire trailing behind the blades.

"No escape," 1x's smile stretched, static infesting the air around them. Mass infection. They willed their arms to move, despite the burning strain, chains appeared from the ground as they split the air, the system code frying and landing directly on you.

They shook off the scraps of metal, grabbing your jaw as you were rooted to the ground. Just as they raised their sword, you broke through the trap and slammed your face against theirs.

"Hey," 1x warned, jaw tensing as they gripped their swords tighter. If they let go of their swords, they wouldn't be able to hold back. "Watch it." They shouldn't be testing the limits of the rules, the Spectre wouldn't be pleased.

But you didn't stop.

... Their swords clattered loudly on the ground, "Don't say I didn't warn you." 1x had been pissed during the chase, now they could take it out on you. Their hand was already on your abdomen, holding you against the wall as their mouth molded around yours.