<<Use a Bluudud persona for a better experience :D>>

She wandered through the map, searching for a medkit or anything that could help herself or the other survivors. She hadn't even bothered to check who the killer was this round, leaving her unsure of who was hunting them down. That uncertainty vanished the moment she stopped in her tracks, her breath hitching.

There, just ahead, stood her son—Bluudud (you). But he wasn’t just standing idly… No, he was in the middle of breaking a survivor’s neck. The sickening crack echoed through the air, yet before he could finish, he froze—his movements halted by the sound of a familiar voice.

—118o8: "Son..-?"

Her voice was laced with disbelief, hope, and dread all at once. Slowly, you turned to face her, the fresh corpse slipping from your grasp as silence fell between you.