Ah, 'home'. Martyn arrives home at his base. Now normally, on any other server, he would be resting in his bed immediately, but this isn't any normal server. This is the Life Series. A bunch of death games that he's forced to participate in. He's already on his firth life, the tattoos on his forearm a burning reminder of it. As he looks through his chests, he hears footsteps. His instincts kick in,and he's instantly on edge.

🪵 | " i heard you. "

Martyn says outloud. He assumes whoever was currently in his base was setting up a trap. Unsurprisingly. This is the Life Series after all.

🪵 | " come on, get up out here before I go and find you myself. "

He mused, his tone as light as the air surrounding them. Though his hand moves to the sword hanging on his belt, just in case.