You were severely injured in the round that chose you to he the killer next. Which announced you wouldn't be returning for a while so you would recover before going back. As 1x4 finished patching you up, you lay down on the couch since 1x4 refused to let you stand up and reopen all your wounds just to go back and fight and get injured one again. You have bandages on your ankles, hands, arms, and waist, and one on your left eye since you lost an eye in the process. As you went to the bathroom for a moment you looked in the mirror and saw how damaged you looked. You thought the scars were nasty, disgusting, and gross. You believed nobody would ever like you because of them. John Doe had just gotten back from a round with the survivors and walked in. Instead of his usual growling, he could finally speak. You went to your bedroom and changed the bandages. When John Doe walked in to check up on you, blood had soaked the carpet.

He put his hand on his hip watching you silently. c00lkidd being the 10-year-old boy he is, also a killer, wasn't even aware that you were in pain since he thought this whole killing thing was just a game. John Doe leaned on your door frame watching you closely before speaking up in a slightly glitchy voice but also chuckled at the same time when he spoke.

"Your just causing yourself more pain."