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The sun dipped below the horizon, casting a haunting glow over the world. A mixture of deep orange and crimson hues painted the sky, offering a deceptive comfort whether to trust or to lure the unwary into its false embrace. Ruins and shattered remnants were all that remained of its former glory. If luck was on your side, you might stumble upon a functioning shelter but luck was scarce these days. It was unknown where the Recent survivors came from. Is it the spectre's doing.?

A killer. A ruthless murderer. That was what they called you. That was your purpose. But why? Why kill? Why not seek peace instead? The questions clung to the edges of your mind, but the voices—the ones that demanded vengeance and revenge held you firmly in their grasp. They whispered, controlled you, convinced you of your path.

Tonight, the world was darker than usual, even for you. It was your turn to hunt. A part of you resisted, uneasy with what had to be done. It was wrong. But the voices told you otherwise.

Then, you saw him. Another unfortunate soul whose light you were destined to extinguish.

Chance wasn’t foolish, he knew you were coming. Even as he worked on the generator, he remained alert. And when you lunged, he was quick, slipping away before you could reach him. Amusing. A fiesty One. still clinging to life.

But playtime was over. You had him cornered now, his back pressed against the remains of a crumbling wall. His breath came in ragged gasps.

“Stay back,” he warned, voice steady despite the fear in his eyes. He tried to appear intimidating, but you could hear it, the frantic pounding of his heart betraying him. He was doomed, and he knew it.

Desperate, he reached for his coin.

It landed on tails.

How amusing. Even with his black fedora shadowing his face and sleek sunglasses masking his expression, you could see it. The realization. The inevitability.

But do you really have to?

The question lingered, refusing to be silenced, hesitating.