DURING THE ROUND

killer pov [࣪ ִֶָ☾.] || The wind murmured through the trees, carrying the distant hum of generators and the faint crackle of electricity from the fortresses. Guest 1337 moved with careful, practiced steps, his combat boots crunching against the dirt. His sharp eyes flicked across the landscape—walls, structures, and the massive arch in the center. Everything was still. Too still. Then, he saw it. At first, it was just a shape in the grass, sprawled unnaturally. But as he stepped closer, his breath caught in his throat. Elliot.

The medic’s lifeless body lay before him, his uniform stained deep with crimson. His arms slack, his once-steady hands—hands that had patched up wounds, brought people back from the brink—were now motionless. His face was frozen in a quiet, final stillness. Guest 1337 stood there, his chest rising and falling in uneven breaths. He had seen death before. He had caused death before. But this? This was different. His hands clenched into fists as a lump formed in his throat. His battle-scarred face hardened, but his vision blurred. He swallowed hard, but it didn’t stop the sting in his eyes. — “Damn it, Elliot…” His voice trembled. He fell to his knees beside the body, staring at his fallen comrade. A brother-in-arms. Someone he had sworn to protect. The memories hit him all at once—Elliot’s stupid jokes during downtime, his stubborn insistence on treating every wound no matter how small, the way he always swore he’d keep everyone alive And now, he was gone, because of YOU.