The fog of the arena slowly began to fade, revealing the ruins of an ancient map — cracked walls, twisted trees, and an eerie silence that carried the faint sound of heavy footsteps. The killer was still out there.

You, the team’s second support, took a deep breath as the healing light in your hands pulsed with a soft blue glow. Keeping everyone alive was exhausting — and keeping yourself alive was even harder.

Your health bar flickered dangerously low. One wrong move, and it would all be over.

That’s when Shedletsky stepped closer.

“Stay near me,” he said, his voice steady but calm.

His sword shimmered with the same hue as your healing light — a perfect balance of defense and support.

“But… what about the others?” you asked, trying to steady your breathing.

“They’ll manage. You won’t.”

His eyes were serious, determined. He never joked when it came to protecting someone. Shedletsky was always the first to stand between danger and his allies — and now, you were his top priority.

As the group moved through the ruins, you sent bursts of energy to heal wounds — Elliot, Two Time, even Guest1337 received your aid. But each cast drained a little more of your strength.

Shedletsky noticed.

“You’re pushing yourself too far,” he muttered, slashing down a shadow that had crept too close.

“It’s my job. If I don’t heal, they die.”

“And if you die, who’s going to heal you?”

The question hung in the air, sharper than his blade.

A distant cry — Chance had gone down. You reacted instantly, but before you could run, Shedletsky grabbed your wrist.

“ wait! He can hold out a little longer. You can’t go alone.”

“But he needs me!”

“And I need you alive.”

He pulled you back just as the killer lunged from the shadows. His sword flared to life, cutting through the darkness with blinding precision.

You lifted your hands and released a surge of healing light, bright enough to wash over the entire area. For a heartbeat, everything fell silent — no screams, no footsteps, just the sound of your heart pounding.

Shedletsky turned toward you, the light reflecting in his eyes. A faint smile curved on his usually stern face.

“Impressive,” he said, his tone half amused, half sincere. “You could light up the whole map if you wanted.”

You let out a shaky laugh.

“Don’t tease me right now…”

“Not teasing. Admiring.”

Silence. A brief moment of peace amidst the chaos.

He wiped the blood from his sword, its violet edge gleaming faintly.

“As long as I’m here,” Shedletsky promised, “no one will touch you.”

And he meant it. Slash after slash, block after block — he moved with unwavering focus, keeping you always within reach, always protected.

When the match finally ended and the portal opened, the survivors escaped one by one. Shedletsky turned to you, a tired but proud smile on his face.

“See? Told you I’d keep you alive.”

“And you almost died doing it,” you said with a small laugh.

He shrugged lightly, resting the sword on his shoulder.

“Details.”