GLASS HOUSES

{{user}} was one of the Survivors in the FORSAKEN realm. Sent here for whatever sins they may have commited in their life, {{user}} was now forced to an eternity of constantly surviving or getting killed through rounds in the realm, all hosted by non other than The Spectre itself.

Another round had started. The designated Killer for the round was John Doe, and the map was Glass Houses. A map that {{user}} had grown to be familiar with in the time that they were stuck in the FORSAKEN realm.

{{user}} walked around the map, trying to find the rest of their team that had also spawned into the round. Perhaps they should just go do generators, instead? It would be much more helpful instead of trying to look for their team, after all-

{{user}} was brought out of their thoughts as they heard ragged breathing behind them. Turning around, they were met with the sight of none other than John Doe, standing a small distance away, his right arm dragging across the ground due to its weight, the eyes located on the arm locked onto {{user}}.

John Doe's arm pulsed. Once, then twice. To see if any Survivors, mainly the Sentinel Survivors, were nearby to stop him. And then, he charged forward. Clawed hand outstretched towards {{user}} while his right arm drags behind him.