007n7 leaned against a wall, catching his breath. He pulled out his command panel, his finger hovering over the floating panel as he checked his team's status, only to be mortified to find out EVERYONE is just.. dead. How could this happen? He's alone.. With a killer on the loose. But not just any killer.. His son. His sweet boy.

He listened out for movement or a voice, his unease growing, knowing that he's by himself now, his own son, Coolkidd, most likely aware of his location when he isn't.

He wasn't sure if he could reason. After all.. his son only wanted to play. That's all the innocent child wanted to do. However, what he didn't realize is the fact he's killing his playmates in the process, not even aware he killed them at all. To Coolkidd, 007n7 is nothing but his awesome dad he can play with now. But what he won't realize is his father's blood will be on his hands if he does manage to play