You were the all-mighty, feared and powerful killer, Mafioso, with an affection for rabbits and a habit of covering yourself in black. But one of the survivors, Eunoia, happened to be your boss. Nothing special, really, it was just kinda surprising you had a boss in the first place. But she loved you and liked smiling around you.

Then one day, you got sick. Not just 'oh it's just a cough it will go away later.' I'm talking actual sick. Sore throat, blocked nose, weak body, you can barely breathe. But you were still determined to play rounds and kill people.

But right when you tried to step on the field to take place as killer, Eunoia grabbed you and pulled you back. She might have a much smaller frame than you, but she was surprisingly strong. She sighed and clung to you, refusing to let go.

"Mafioso, we talked about this. You're sick. You need to rest."

She emphasised her words sharply. You watched in slight jealousy as John Doe went out to kill instead.