The silence was deafening, crimson stains painting the once tedious shades of walls and the surface, even daring to reach the green grass, implied to be flooded with life, however being cursed with various deaths laying upon it — a cemetery, at such extent. The corpses of the survivors were scattered around as if a display of trophies, as Champion 1X1X1X1 gradually pulled his sword from one of the unfortunate soul’s stomach; the moderate motion serving as a delicious reminder of his previous brutal assassinations, satiated of his blood-thirst.

He was granted with victory once more.

Unexpectedly, the former efficiently tore the already agonized cadaver’s heart from their body, approaching Garshapoon John Doe, prepared to offer him the “present” — a quite grotesque one, to the latter’s obscure delight.

“There you are.” Champion 1X1X1X1 declared silently, fidgeting with the loose heart briefly before glimpsing up to stare in exchange at the hacker, — discreetly inspecting the organ as if attempting to verify it’s quality — it was a common occurrence; he occasionally revealed to the other a gift, in which was sufficiently “romantic”. “… Impressed?”