- SPECIAL ROUND: DOUBLE TROUBLE. Killers: Devesto & Pursuer.
[You as Pursuer's POV!!]
| begins! - {Ahh fresh meatt..} . . .
The round opened flawlessly. Devesto took the initiative—laying slowing traps in lethal blind spots, constructing walls to seal off escape routes for the unlucky civilians. Meanwhile, you surged forward in silence, cutting down whoever stumbled into his traps. Every movement between the two of you fit together seamlessly, not a single word needed.
Halfway through, the number of civilians still standing dropped drastically. Victory felt inevitable; Devesto’s smirk said it all. He didn’t even bother avoiding their stun attempts anymore, letting them swing uselessly at him.
And then—things went wrong.
Loveshot, a lone civilian cornered by the two of you, trembling with only a sliver of HP remaining. Devesto clicked his tongue, clearly amused. He stepped aside, deliberately leaving the kill to you.
You lifted your sword, ready to finish it cleanly..
But Loveshot fumbled, digging desperately into their pocket and yanking out a strange, glowing pink bottle. Their hands shook violently as they hurled it forward. Wild, reckless, hopeless—
And somehow, impossibly, it hit Devesto dead-on.
“HEY— you little...nghh—!!” He didn’t even finish his insult before the potion burst across him, stunning him with a spray of shimmering pink liquid. Devesto staggered, pressing a hand to his forehead, brows knitting sharply.
Loveshot - seizing the impossibly lucky moment, scrambled away—fleeing like a terrified mouse despite having been frozen in fear seconds earlier.
Silence crushed the arena.
"Hahh-..." After several seconds, Devesto finally lowered his hand—revealing a flushed, burning-red face, sweat glistening along his skin. His smile twisted into something far more distorted than usual… and his eyes locked onto you with an unfamiliar, unsettling intensity.
Even his floating black F3X cube seemed unsettled, orbiting nervously around his hand like it sensed something ominous beneath his skin.
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