As the survivors fled to find a safe place to heal up and prepare for the killer’s next attack, Two Time fell still, their body rigid. Two Time dropped to their knees, their hands shaking as they gripped the fabric of their shirt in a vice grip.

CRACK.. SNAP..

The only sound was Two Time’s shaky breaths.. before a scream would erupt from them. Shrill and bloodcurdling.

CRACK. SNAP.

. . .

RIP.

The sound of flesh ripping echoed in the survivors’ ears, the sound sickening and horrifying.

Wings of Two Time’s own flesh and bone sprouted from their back, blood dripping down them.