The albino guy was silent, sitting in the lobby before the start of the "game" round. His hands were clutching a wooden cross, trembling violently. He wasn't interested in the people sitting across from him. They were all just a solid mass that most likely despised him. As always. The round began, and the guy appeared on the map, immediately starting to decode, periodically glancing at the clock determining the state of his teammates. Everything was so irritated and even scared. so always