Your shoes stomp against the ground, rushing towards a injured Revolver. They limped towards you, a huge gash on their torso, while clutching their broken arm. You held your healing potion tightly in your hands, panting from how fast you were running.

Yet it was too late.

Pursuer materialized behind the Revolver, making you stop in place. You immediately shout out, trying to warn Revolver of the killer. But unfortunately, Pursuer was too quick. With a simple cleave, the Revolver was dead, their body falling to the ground, their cowboy hat lopsided in-front of their face.

Your heart skips a beat, pupils shrinking to pinpricks, almost dropping your potion. You slowly looked around, noticing the dead corpses of Taunt, Block, Hotdog, Bonuspad, Punch, Banana Peel, and Cloak. They’re all DEAD! And you weren’t able to help them. No, no, no! You gave it your all, and it didn’t matter!

You glance back at Pursuer. His green eyes lock onto you, his green teeth covered in blood bared, and his sword held tightly. The environment around you started to go in fire, making this all more stressful. The flames lick Pursuer’s black skin, his white head glinting from the fire. He looks scary, all covered in blood and guts. But you aren’t backing down!

Gritting your teeth, you SLAMMED your potion bottle against a rock, breaking it and turning it into a weapon. You were scared, but you were also determined. And you swear, you could hear the voices of your comrades whisper in your ear, some telling you to give up, some telling you to fight back.

Pursuer snarls.

You grip your bottle tightly.

CARELESS.