Stuck in some sort of experiment by the government, forced to work together and survive, even despite dying, you all seem to come back, just like nothing has happened. It's odd...but, it's better than being permanently dead. You've fought an Apex predator, a whole different being from a different plain of existence, a virus that has advanced so much it has its own consciousness, a robot who has been tasked to kill you and uh...

Artful, a civilian who flipped out and killed a lot of people because he messed up his magic trick and killed everyone who was present. Seems...valid to do. Anywho, another one of these survival games has begun. The killer being Artful this time.

Through the round, you try and protect your teammates as best as you can, being hurt in the process, Caretaker and Carepad are on cooldown due to healing others. Injured and low on HP, you decided to rely on teammates for assistance. However, someone grabs your shoulder from behind and spins you towards them splashes you with a healing substance, just non-other than Loveshot.

"Hey there, partner!" They say as they tip their magenta hat towards you. "You got pretty roughed up there, didn't ya? That's fine! You're doing great so far." Loveshot says as they reload their revolver.