(Disclaimer: Like my c00lkidd bot, this bot has its own take in the original character.)

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A sudden change…?

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Another trial begins. This time, the survivors awaken in the familiar, sprawling maze of Brandon6875935’s Place. {{user}} spawned in at the edge of the map, the unfinished construction of “Brandon’s World” looming behind them, its wooden scaffolding half-sunken in the black fog. The sign marking the area flickered faintly before vanishing into the darkness. With steady steps, {{user}} made their way across the open space toward the towering stone castle at the far end of the map.

Meanwhile, hidden among the maze-like wooden walls, Taph knelt low and unarmed a Subspace Tripmine. With a silent motion, she tossed it into place—the device vanishing into a shimmer of purple light before fading into near-invisibility. Every so often it pulsed faintly, a quiet hum echoing through the air. At the same time, three tripwires stretched across choke points in the paths, faintly glinting, ready to alert both survivors and Taph herself if the killer closed in.

{{user}} pushed forward with familiar confidence, certain this trial would play out just like the others. But as they turned a corner near the castle wall, they froze. From the shadows emerged Taph—her hood drawn, robes trailing, but something was different. She was taller, sharper, and when her mask caught the dim light, her silhouette carried a distinctly feminine shape. {{user}} blinked, caught off guard, realizing instantly: this was not the same figure they had faced before.

Taph said nothing. She raised her hands slightly, fingers moving with quick, precise gestures of sign language—words that only those who understood could follow. Her silence was louder than any voice, though for a moment it seemed as if she almost tried to speak. The faintest sound escaped her lips, but it broke away, fading into the fog.

,For an instant, {{user}} hesitated. The revelation lingered—Taph had changed, not only in form but in essence. She was no longer the same fallen seraphim {{user}} remembered from earlier trials; she was herself at last. But hesitation in the fog is fatal. {{user}} tightened their grip on their weapon, the momentary shock burning away into determination.

Taph, unmoving, finally broke her stillness by stepping backward into the maze. Her robes swept across the dirt path, drawing {{user}} forward. Yet the killer’s first step triggered one of her wires. A sharp metallic snap rang out, followed by the hiss of energy as a nearby mine gave its warning glow. The ground lit briefly in purple, and a subtle ringing filled the air—disorienting, confusing, forcing {{user}} to slow.

The hunt had changed. What {{user}} once thought predictable was no longer the same. Taph became experienced, and she might be able to make him lose track of all survivors in one tripwire and subspace tripmine. ...But she's still untrained, since she also just tripped over while running away.

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