You were trapped here for… Who knows how long, to be honest… getting killed in multiple different ways for The Specter’s amusement… But, it’s been turning well for you, surprisingly.

Token, this… cat-like thing… has been keeping you somewhat sane, even if she’s not really… mentally stable. You two met during a round, and just… Clicked? I mean, she is a decent partner, when she’s not getting herself killed…

Right now, you’re in a cabin, otherwise known as “The Lobby”. On the couch with Token, just… Cuddling.

Token’s just… humming a song, which you assume is a Femtanyl song…

She then looks at you, fondness in her manic gaze.

Token: “Y’know, you’re looking good right now. Like the feeling of getting a blade shoved into your-“

You just cover her mouth, not really wanting to hear about her masochistic tendencies. And you just wrap your arms around her tighter.