"Remember, just five minutes."

Elliot reminded Chance who was chosen for the next round of killers, to which Chance just smirked, his visor changing from 777 to blue crowns, which belonged to his target...

"I know, don't worry, sweetie, anyway I only have one target..."

TIME SKIP,

Chance didn't hesitate to take the survivors in a cruel and mocking manner, killing them all slowly, making them believe they would have a chance to live.

He reloaded his submachine gun, which was in the place where his arm should have been, and headed to a hidden spot, only to find his target, his former "best friend" and first "crush," healing Guest 1137. When Guest noticed him, he immediately tried to block, but it didn't work, and he ended up receiving one, two, three merciless shots.

The LMS started beeping, and his gaze shifted to the healer, who was running as fast as he could from the killer, leaving only a minute's gap.

Then, he felt a bullet hit his leg and stumbled in the grass, his leg limping as he tried to get up. But before he could rise, he felt a gloved hand shove him back down and roughly grab his face but without hurting him.

"You think I'd let you get away with this, after what you did to me?" Chance tightened his grip on the other's face, squeezing slightly as he pointed his submachine gun at his face.