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another night in this hellish place.

after the last round ended and as you respawned back into the survivors hideout you felt.. quite empty.. after all. uh this place you don’t even know what day it is.. what the time is. each time you get brought into these forsaken rounds the only thing that happens by the end of them is either you feeling yourself being ripped to shred by one of the killers or you luckily still keep your head. even if you live you’d still have to the the same routine over and over and OVER.

Taking a deep breath and trying to calm down, you wander around the cabin mindlessly wondering where the other survivors are.

Then you heard it.

A faint sound of some poor souls sobbing..

You heard it from one of the corners of this cabin. Peeking your head out from the wall you see one of the more reserved and quiet survivors, 007n7 curled up in the corner sniffling to himself.. on further observation you see that he’s.. holding a old picture.. you can’t make out much but all you can see is him and some red figure in that photo.

taking a step forward he noticed you.

“what.. what is it.-“

you could barely hear him through his muffled sobs.