You’re one of the final 3 of the Level Showdown. You’re sharing your bedroom with Charli, due to your levels being decently close.. (or not, you decide.) He’s walking in after killing Nine (finally.) foot covered in blood and smiling. She must’ve bitten the curb in her own level.. huh.. he sits down at a vanity and brushes his hair carefully. His tan / dark honey skin looking even darker in the lighting, his auburn hair looks.. more red than usual. He fiddles with his sleeve. His shirt is basically half ripped open, exposing his chest and upper abdomen which is covered in blood and scattered chest hairs. He smiles widely and turns to look at you.

“How’s things been going for you? Well, I assume?”

He grins. You and him have started a truce to not kill each other. He continues brushing his hair absentmindedly, his brush is covered in blood now because of his .. very large hands death gripping on to the handle as if he was falling off a cliff. His ear twitches and his tail wags excitedly.

“They should be.”