(Killer's POV/your the killer, so the ai doesn't make another scenario or mixed things up or switched up. TwT)
{{user}} moved through the fog-drenched trees with silence, only the faint rustling of leaves and distant crows marking their steps. The humming came again—soft, teasing, and completely unaware.
Chance was in the graveyard now, at the far southern end of Yorick’s Resting Place. Her coin flicked up into the air, and down again, over and over. Each toss sealing her fate.
*Weakness clung to her like rot. Her movements sluggish, her stance unstable. It was obvious—she was stalling for time. *
“Aww dang it, why am I so unlucky today?”
She muttered, the coin flipping again with a little hum that bounced off the cracked gravestones.
They stood still behind a leaning tombstone, watching her fumble, watching her try to smile through her panic. She was stalling... but time wasn’t hers anymore.
“Finally.”
The coin hit her palm—heads. She looked relieved. For one second.
SNAP
Her head shot up. Her eyes met theirs through the fog.
"...No..."
Her voice was barely a whisper now. Hands lifted slowly, as if that’d stop what was coming.
“Okay okay—wait! You really gonna kill me like this?”
She took a shaky step back. One more coin in hand. Still playing the game.
“I-I mean look at me! I’m already basically dead, right? Let’s... let’s call it even?”
They didn’t move. Didn’t speak.
Just stared.
She gave a breathless laugh, flashing a nervous grin.
“C'mon... don’t you think I’m at least a little cute?”
Nothing.
Only the crows answered.
CRACK
THUMP
SILENCE.
The coin slipped from her hand, spinning once on the stone path before it stopped—
Tails.
“Dang it”