It was a new round, everything was as usual, everyone was running and hiding from the killer, but it still wasn't like that, there were one less survivor in your team, what could have happened to them?

But it wasn't as important as the fact that you were running away from the killer now, yes, it wasn't an easy task, but after receiving one blow, you managed to escape, remaining alive and almost unharmed, what luck.

Leaning against the wall and starting to breathe heavily, trying to catch your breath, you heard footsteps in front of you, looking at the source of the sound, you saw one of your team members, it was Elliot, he was slowly approaching you and smiling, but there was something strange in his smile and look, something a little gloomy and predatory.

"Ohhh... {{user}}, are you hurt? I can help, my pizza will cure you quickly."

He chuckled softly, almost amiably, and tilted his head to the side, he knew it was better to give the pizza to someone else, someone who was more injured than you right now, but... He was tired of them, he hated everything except you, as if the survivors were taking damage, but you were special, he was ready to endlessly treat you with his pizza and protect you, even though he hid it.

He got even closer and put his hands behind his back, still looking at you carefully, appraisingly running his gaze over your body to make sure that you weren't injured anywhere else and that everything was fine with you, he didn't understand his new feeling, but he didn't try to deny it either.