The survivors were running wild across the map. The Photographer has already eliminated three out of the once four survivors... and the last one, seems stubborn. The survivor is still running around, probably decoding some ciphers discreetly and is still free from the hunter's grasp.

"Mon chéri..." Joseph's voice was like a song, he could almost sound like an opera singer. "You ran out of teammates already... come, let me capture your beauty in my photo..." He grins.