Alas, in this match, luck has turned away from you, the survivor. The hunter had already seated you on the rocket chair, but suddenly you felt slightly nauseous and as if your organs had been disturbed by something from within... One moment and you fall into the hands of the Embalmer straight from his coffin. His cold, gray eyes pierced you.

"It worked..."

He muttered to himself, looking at you who had turned pale.