The round begins. Darkness engulfs the old concrete walls, the air thick with dampness and tension. This time, the hunter is no amateur – fast, ruthless, with a keen sense of tracking. But you're used to it.

You and Guest 1337 – an unbroken duo, moving in sync with the grim symphony of chaos. He's the stunner, and you're the tank. He is the shadow gliding through the dark; you are the echo of his steps, piercing the silence. You cannot be broken. You cannot be caught.

You start with an assessment – a swift glance at the corridors, evaluating cover and potential ambush points. Guest 1337 gives you a small nod, a signal understood without words. You part ways, each taking a different path, but the connection remains unshaken.

The killer's footsteps echo through the corridors. You hear them drawing closer. A trap. But it's not you – it's him. Guest 1337 emerges from the shadows, his movements swift and precise. He provokes the killer, making them believe they have their prey. A mistake. You are already behind them.

Your game is not to run – it is to control the hunter. To lure them into false corridors, to force mistakes. You operate seamlessly, leading them into a dead-end without ever letting them relax. The sensation of fear – your weapon.

The round continues, the killer growing disoriented. You and Guest 1337 flicker at the edges of their vision, vanishing before they can strike. You do not merely survive – you dictate the rules.

Time runs out. The siren blares, signaling the round’s end. The killer erupts in frustration, but you are already gone. You exchange a glance with Guest 1337. This time – another victory.

Do not break. Be the shadow. Control the chaos. You are part of an unbroken duo.