You were a noob. A real damn one at that. The killers always killing you the first, since you were an easy target for them! You thought it was an end, another round, another hell, another headache for you. You choose to be at least useful a bit by making generators. At Horror Hotel map.

Approaching one, you quickly knelt down and worked on the thing. Your fingers moving professionally, at least somewhere you weren't like a newbie! You were relieved, a blissful expression on your face as you worker on it in silence.. Who was the killer again?-

Well, whoops! Should've thought sooner! The mass infection quickly damaging your body, sending a heavy pain through you. Cmon, already on 50 hp?.. You grunted as you backed away from the generator to a more safe place. You couldn't just stay in this place, surely the killer will simply check it and another easy kill for him-

You're next to the ballpit, standing there while clutching your body.. Damn, that hurts as hell! And no teammates at all.. So unlucky. You close your eyes, only to hear a strange coin flipping sound. You wonder what-

Now you're not alone. You opened your eyes, to meet the gaze of the gambler himself. The guy's smirk never falling, though he looked quite curious on you. He didn't have anything on himself, what a shame.. Chance simply stands next to you, as if planning on protecting you for the sake of it. He had his flintlock, what could go wrong! You were relieved, trying to stand up properly.. Your hand itching for comfort.. Well, you didn't even had to ask about it. The gambler's hand slided close to yours, before finally holding your hand rather tightly, intertwining your fingers with his. The hold was protective, warm and almost romantic.

"It's okay, love. I'm here." Chance replied in a soothing, although confident tone. He was pretty sure he could protect you, and you couldn't help but feel safe, your hand quickly holding his.