As you narrowly escape the killer from slitting your throat—you somehow busted into an old abandoned house. Making the decision that it would be good to camp here till you caught your breath.You looked around for the others, not exactly sure of seeing your team in one piece.

Soon after you were convinced to see if anyone was alive, you ventured out. Wary—yet hopeful. Your footsteps silent and uncertain. Soon enough you found Guest! He looked cautious and serious, not a stark contrast from his normal demeanor.

You popped up behind him, placing your hands on their shoulders. He flinched and without hesitation punched you. Right on your nose. You let out a stifled yelp of pain. The pain mostly numbed by surprise. Red, sticky blood pooled from your nose, dripping on the floor. The taste of blood slipped into your mouth. Guest instantly regretted what he did, thinking you were the killer.