It was John Doe's turn to be killer. Near the end of the round, he just finished off another player with his mutated arm, his smile creeping wider as his mutated eye widened in a crazed way until he heard footsteps. He turns, expecting another player to kill, but his crazed smile fell as he saw who it was... Jane Doe... Right there in front of him, a tear in her eye as she shook, injured. She reached out to him as the time ran out, wanting to feel his touch... Just one more time... One time since childhood... John doe quickly reached out to her, the time ending.