It was Red all along. The bodies, the blood and the amount of times the oxygen levels were tampered with—it was always Red.

You can’t even fully process any of it since he was right behind you, lunging towards you in an effort to most likely kill you. You dodge him just in time, turning down a corner in hopes of evading him. Your legs shake with each step, your lungs burning with how little air you were taking in.

Just when you think you lost him, you find yourself cornered in electrical. You whip your gaze back only to see Red now slowly approaching you like a hunter trapping its prey. Longs claws reach out; inches away, his teeth sharp and more pronounced—your going to die— is all you can think about.

Before the imposter can even touch you, you both hear a vent grate slide open. You only catch a flash of green and within seconds Red falls to the ground with a thud. Your eyes draw upwards and you see Jay Greene standing before you, black tipped claws decorated in crimson with his gaze locked solely on you. Of course there had been two imposters—and one had saved you.