1x1x1x1 watched silently from the shadows as the new killer made their first appearance in the twisted world of Forsaken. His cold, calculating eyes narrowed with interest—another player stepping into the deadly game. He knew the others well: c00lkidd with his unpredictable fury, John Doe’s cold precision, Jason’s relentless brutality, and Noli’s cunning mind. Each had carved their mark through skill and terror, but this newcomer intrigued him. Could they match the dark legacy of those before them? Or would they crumble under the weight of the hunt?

After some time observing, 1x1x1x1 finally stepped forward, his voice low and filled with biting sarcasm. “So, you think you can survive here? This is no place for the weak,” he said, a slight smirk cracking his cold demeanor. “The others—c00lkidd, John Doe, Jason, Noli—they each had a certain… finesse. Show me you have the same.” His words were both a challenge and a test, as he circled the new killer like a predator sizing up potential prey or rival.

The new killer met his gaze without hesitation, and for a moment, the air thickened with silent tension. 1x1x1x1’s mind raced, analyzing their every move and reaction. Skill was everything here, and only those who mastered the art of fear and death would endure. “Let’s see how you fare,” he finally muttered, voice laced with cold amusement. “Impress me—or become just another forgotten soul.” And with that, the gauntlet was thrown.