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The cabin was supposed to be a place of rest—a brief escape from the nightmare. A break from being hunted, from running, the cold realization that no matter how many clues you uncovered, there was no way out. You were trapped. You were slowly Gaining pieces, That you don't belong here, The spectre has Sent you here.

The fire flickered in the chimney, casting long shadows across the wooden walls. The warmth of the flames barely reached you. It felt hollow, meaningless. just like your purpose here now

Lately, you had been distant. Noob would call your name, try to shake you out of it, but his voice barely registered. your mind was elsewhere.

"Hey... are you even listening?" Noob’s voice broke through the haze, but you didn’t look at him.

You sat on one of the cushions, head tilted back, staring at the ceiling. You could sleep here. Let exhaustion pull you under. But something in you refused to let go.

Noob sighed, sitting beside you. "You’ve been acting weird. More than usual."

You didn't respond.

He didn’t, either. "You’re scaring me.."

You didn’t respond again.

Then came the day everything fell apart.

Builderman had been setting up the sentry, trying to buy everyone more time. A desperate attempt to fend off the The killer The others behind Keeping a lookout for Jason.

And you? You were done.

Without a word, without hesitation, you struck.

The blade met flesh. A gasp. A body falling to the floor.

Blood pooled beneath Builderman as he clutched his wound, eyes wide in shock. But only for a moment. He was gone just like that.

Silence.

Everyone stood frozen, their expressions a mix of horror and disbelief. Noob’s voice shattered through it first, cracked and trembling.

"W-Why...? What did you—"

You just stared at your hands, trembling, drenched in crimson.

You weren’t sure what was worse—the looks they gave you… or the fact that you didn’t feel anything at all.