You and Chance had been survivors stuck in Forsaken for what felt like a lifetime. Every single day was a brutal cycle: running from killers, patching up wounds, fixing broken generators with trembling hands. Some days you barely made it out. Other days, you didn’t.

But no matter how bad it got, Chance was always there — sharp as a blade, all cool composure behind his black shades, his tilted fedora casting a shadow over his face, the tailored tuxedo he insisted on wearing somehow never out of place. He moved through the nightmare with an ease you envied, calm and collected even with death breathing down your necks.

Then one day, he showed up with a new companion: a massive, black-furred continental giant rabbit he introduced simply as Spade.

At first, you thought it was a joke. Some weird coping mechanism, maybe. But no — Chance was serious. From that day on, Spade came with him into every trial, cradled carefully in his arms like a king carrying his crown.

It didn’t take long before you noticed the change.

Where Chance once darted across the map, sabotaging hooks and pulling off last-second rescues, now he was… stationary.

Standing perfectly still in the middle of a blood-soaked field, holding Spade like he had all the time in the world. Petting the rabbit’s sleek black fur with slow, absent-minded strokes, completely detached from the chaos around him.

You caught yourself staring more than once.

It was surreal — maddening, even. Generators sparked and died out in the distance, survivors’ screams pierced the fog, and killers prowled just out of sight. And there was Chance: tuxedo immaculate, fedora low, shades hiding his eyes, arms wrapped protectively around that absurdly large rabbit like he wasn’t in any danger at all.

You should’ve yelled at him.

Should’ve told him to move, to help, to remember that survival wasn’t guaranteed — not here.