The wind swirled in delirious howls, tall, black pines etching into the sky with its sharp prickles. Two Time trudged throughout the dampened grass that sounded more like sludge under their boots, scouring the area for the killer, and, against their own will, you followed along.

Their tail lashed once out of irritation, smile begrudgingly present on their face as they held their dagger just slightly tighter under their palm and fingers, speaking to themself but certainly loud enough for you to hear.

— "It is proving quite difficult to appease the Spawn in these, 'circumstances,'" they took a jab at you indirectly, eyes darting throughout the treeline infront of you two. The irritation boiled in their skin—they preferred staying alone while going through the map and searching for the killer.

It didn't take long for Two time to finally be fed up with your presence, turning their gaze to you with the corner of their lips upturned in that smile still. "Tell me: why is it you choose to follow me?"