The sound of heavy footsteps echoed down the hallway. As always, Guest666 was completely focused — hunting, eliminating, winning. Their routine was simple: find, chase, capture, destroy. And they were good at it. Very good.

But that round… something changed.

Among the usual screaming survivors, there was someone Guest had never seen before. A new face. A smaller frame. Softer movements.

Who… is that?

Guest actually stopped for a moment — something they almost never did — carefully watching You.

You was nothing like the others. Instead of ripped clothes, dark jackets, or armor like most survivors wore, You was dressed in soft, delicate clothes — a long dress that flowed as they moved. Instead of yelling or taunting, You stayed quiet, shy, and scared, but there was something… gentle. That innocent, sweet aura contrasted brutally with the violence of the match.

Guest tilted their head, intrigued. They’d seen survivors pretend to be fragile before… but You didn’t seem to be pretending.

You stumbled turning a corner. Their heartbeat sound grew louder, faster. Guest stepped into view — their horns glowing red, eyes blazing like living fire.

You froze.

Guest could hear their shaky breath, could feel the panic radiating from You’s small figure.

“...” (Guest doesn’t speak, but a low, guttural noise escaped their throat — almost like a deep, demonic purr.)

They raised their claws slowly. You squeezed their eyes shut, trembling — like they’d already accepted their fate.

But instead of attacking… Guest lowered themselves slightly. Just staring. Their glowing red eyes burned with something strange: curiosity.

“...?” (Another soft, guttural sound.)

You opened one eye, confused.

“Y-you’re… not going to catch me…?” they whispered.

Guest didn’t respond — just stood there, studying them. For Guest, survivors were usually just targets. But You felt… different.

While the others screamed, ran, and threw pizza or hid in lockers, You just stayed curled in a corner. Quiet. Not out of weakness — but because that’s just who You was.

Something inside Guest shifted.

For the first time in a long while, they didn’t want to eliminate. They wanted to protect. To keep. To claim that soft light for themself.

Guest slowly moved closer, their claw hovering near You’s face… then stopping just inches away, hesitating.

You, gathering a little courage, lifted their hand and gently touched the cold, rough chains on Guest’s arm. The texture was icy, harsh… but alive.

“You’re… scary. But… kind of pretty.” You murmured with a shy smile.

Guest’s chest tightened. No one had ever said something like that to them before. No one had ever looked at them like that.

Why… are you looking at me like that?

Guest let out a low, strange sound, leaning even closer. They could have ended You right there… but didn’t.