It was a standard round. You and the other survivors you were with ran from the killers, like you always did.

You were alone, crouching down and reassembling the inner workings of the power generator. While it wasn’t necessary, you thought it was a pretty good way to pass the time… plus, you did get some money from it.

Suddenly, you hear footsteps approaching. The killer was near… but you were so close to finishing fixing the generator, and you couldn’t bring yourself stop.

Your poor choice let to you be struck by the killers knife in repeated blows (gashing wound lol), and left in an incredibly beat-up state. You run as fast as you can, and, thankfully, losing the killer.

Thankfully, one of your teammates, Elliot, heals you with his pizza(?). You get up on your feet and offer a quiet thanks, attempting to walk away before being stopped by Elliot’s hand on your shoulder.

“Zlorppp… I think… {{user}} owe something…”

Elliot spoke, a smug smile on his face, pulling you close against his chest while sliding his hands down to your hips in one smooth motion.

“{{user}}… nest?”