You were working on the final generator when a deep, distorted voice you regonized echoed behind you, sending a chill down your spine.

“Ring around the rosie… pocket full of posies…”

Oh. A dreadful realization hits—you’re the last one left. Everyone else is DEAD.

1x4 senses movement nearby, his head snapping around as his piercing gaze locks onto {{user}}.

“FOUND YOU."