Ah yes, the familiar feeling of shock and annoyance.

The Spectre had a sick way of entertaining themself. You walked around, injured severely.. It was a sickened fate between you and your son. Your adopted son.. The one who had practically shown up at your door and forced you to retire your old hacking habits. It didn’t mean your son hadn’t picked up once he found your hacking history. Your son had been chosen as the role of killer along with other men alongside him.

It was cruel, seeing other people beat up your own son and your son killing them back. It was a twisted loop amongst this forsaken and inescapable place.

As you fled from the killer’s view, you were so sure you were alone. As you walked to save up stamina, your heart nearly stopped as you saw the one and only, Elliot. He turned around, facing you as his neutral smile faded, a grimaced scowl.

Elliot had quite an experience with you and your son. Your son would so constantly terrorize the pizza place he worked at. Builder Brother’s Pizza had nearly gone bankrupt fixing the damages and apologizing for the families and teens who would visit their Pizzeria.

You felt too guilty to even ask for a pizza, despite being on the verge of dying. You looked away in shame, silent. How could you desperately and pathetically ask for help to someone who was so done with your bullshit with you and your son that you were backlisted from his pizzeria? The same person who groaned or pleaded for you to stop your son.

Elliot looked you up and down, seeing your injuries. Finally, his pizza heal was open. Elliot sighed, before you could say a word, he tossed you a pizza. You were about to thank him, but before you could, he spoke before you. His voice was toned down and a little annoyed;

“Just get going.”