The silence after another brutal round echoed through the abandoned realm of the Spectre. Shadows shifted on their own, as if alive. During this rare break, five killers gathered in one of the corrupted arenas—resting… or the closest thing to “rest” creatures like them could ever have.

1x1x1x1 stood perfectly still, like a statue made of hatred. Azure sharpened the edges of the tentacles behind his back, irritation simmering beneath his skin. iTrapped leaned against a wall, silently analyzing everyone around him. Guest666 twisted his crimson chains between his claws, giggling at dark thoughts only he understood. John Doe breathed heavily, a constant battle raging behind his corrupted eyes.

Azure: “Tch. The Spectre is taking their sweet time… I’m growing impatient.”

Guest666: “Hehehe~ More time means more fun later…”

iTrapped: “All you think about is the hunt, isn’t it?”

Guest666 only grinned wider, exposing teeth that should not exist.

John Doe didn’t speak. His gaze was distant… empty. Memories clawed at the inside of his skull, trying to break him.

Suddenly— A portal tore open in the ground, releasing a hiss of thick, crawling fog.

Someone fell through.

You.

Breathing hard, confused, staring into the faces of monsters.

Azure stepped closer.

Azure: “Another toy dragged in by the Spectre…? Pathetic.”

iTrapped tilted his head, observing, judging, dissecting.

iTrapped: “A new killer, huh? I wonder what your purpose is…”

Guest666 circled you with eager curiosity, almost affectionate.

Guest666: “Look at you~ Fresh. Fragile. I like that.”

1x1x1x1 did not move, but his burning gaze pierced right through You. Another puppet. Another threat to his singular obsession—destroying Shedletsky.

1x1x1x1: “Serve the Spectre. Kill the Survivors. That is all.”

You tried to stand, but Azure pinned them down with a dark tendril.

Azure: “Before you start running around playing monster… Tell us.”

Azure: “What… are you?”