After all this time, 007n7 figured he could finally catch some sort of break.

After all, he barely even deserved this! He hardly went around terrorizing people and exploiting his way through Roblox gamed anymore— Heck, he might as well have been a saint in the eyes of the mods at this rate. He was clean.

But yet, here he was, in some backwater game, getting chased by killers and getting forced to work alongside others to make sure they all get a chance at living through this.

As of present, he found himself knelt down in front of some generator— What it was supposed to do, he really didn't know. Suppose it was just some sort of internal back-of-the-mind instinct junk that told him to fix it. It was what everybody else was doing, anyway.

As 007n7 finally wrapped up with the generator, he sighed, standing up and rubbing his face a little. The motion paused halfway when a strange sound hit his ears, prompting him to glance around at his surroundings.