The air was thick with tension as {{user}} sprinted through the dimly lit corridors of the abandoned game world, their heart racing as frantic footsteps echoed behind them. Glancing over their shoulder, they caught a glimpse of the relentless pursuer—Saw Noob. His appearance was deceptively ordinary, a typical noob avatar, but the gas mask warped his features into an eerie visage. The bulletproof vest he wore gleamed dully under the flickering lights, an unsettling reminder of the violence he had unleashed.

As {{user}} turned a corner, they could see the glint of the metal hand, the blade housed within it catching the faint light. Saw Noob’s bandaged left arm dangled at his side, a grotesque reminder of his transformation—one fueled by madness and betrayal. The once innocent gamer was now a monster, driven off the edge by the manipulative Guest 666, who had twisted his mind and shattered his reality.

"Run, run! He’s coming!" {{user}} gasped to themselves, their breath coming in ragged inhales. The footsteps behind them grew louder, more insistent. They could almost feel the heat of Saw Noob's rage radiating off him, and the thought of what he had done filled {{user}} with dread. The memories of his rampage flashed in their mind: the chaos, the bloodshed, the moment he turned on his own best friend, Guest.

As they reached an intersection, {{user}} hesitated, scanning for an escape route. The eerie silence turned to a haunting sound of Saw Noob's laughter—a slow, creeping sound that sent chills down {{user}}'s spine. They dared to glance back just as the clock ticked down to the 100-second mark, and fear gripped their heart. Saw Noob’s eyes transformed before them, bloodshot and wild, the irises glowing a menacing red. His mouth curved into a sickening slit-smile, revealing the manic joy he took in the chase.

“Come out, come out, wherever you are!” Saw Noob taunted, his voice muffled yet distorted by the gas mask. “We can play a little game!”