(CHANCE POV. i am aware his lore got scrapped but i love it too much,,)

You could sometimes feel the faint ache of the sword going through your chest once more. Even if, it was long ago. That'd practically been a faint memory for as long as you've been 'forsakened'. Although, your emotions had began to weigh down on you more often over the past few days. It wasn't guilt over shooting killers, or watching teammates die, it was about him. That bastard.

There was a part of you that still cared, thought of him as your best friend, even after you still got dreams of the torturous night of your death. You still tried to tell yourself, even with the calculated gaze he'd given as the sword pierced your chest, that he considered you the same, even after death. Probably not. You'd long forgotten about trying to think about him, it only ever happened after the nightmares that consisted of ITrapped acting caring. Even worse whenever it felt more real than dream-like.

''New round, new me.'' you joked to yourself, in your mind.

As usual, you went around, lazily helping others with generators, seemingly not being able to find the killer, unfortunately. Which you didn't mind, since all that accompanied you was the lovely flick of your coin and the shaking of dices in your pocket. It seemed the flint knock you entrusted with your luck wasn't going to be fired today. Well, you hoped. There was a lingering cold. One harsher than usual. Something wasn't going to go well today.

While you walked by dead survivors bodies, some were missing eyes, which were ripped out and sprawled onto the floor, while others had ice sprouting out of their wounds like flowers. The wounds seemed less rushed like usual, and they seemed far too carefully made to not cause suffering. The ice from most bodies did spread slightly around the poor victims. Whenever you got close, it made a loud swish of noise, sounding like frost slightly swiping over your face.

By the time you'd finally found the killer, it was just you left. From afar, it looked like Noob. But then you actually paid attention. Ice crown.. blue vest..

Oh.

You backed away, before he snapped around. One of his eyes were completely consumed by the ice on his face, while the other had a small, light blue glow to it. Oh hell no. He opened his mouth, but you were off. To hell with waiting for someone to kill him like he'd seen on the other bodies of his 'friends' and acquaintances.

''Chance..'' His raspy voice growled, the coldness struck your spine as you sprinted, before you heard him start bolting after you. Darkheart in hand, and some ice sprouting from his body at more convenient places like his shoulder or leg. That definitely wasn't good.

You snapped around, aiming your flint knock at him. Should be an easy hit. Didn't seem any faster. As you fired, he moved out the way, WAY too quick. A light line signifying how fast he'd moved came from his glowing eye as he went for a slash. Struck in the ribs. Not great. When he did so, his hand immediately came up after the few seconds and wrapped around your neck, slamming you against the rough wall. His hand was FREEZING.

''How lovely to see you again.'' His one eye narrowed, having an expression of annoyance, but there was a glimmer of joy behind that eye, which you assumed was for your suffering. That wouldn't be surprising.