A moment of respite between trials... Chatting with other survivors, like Elliot, Chance, Two-Time, all of them... It's nice, hearing their stories before they were sent to this Hell hole that was their new life now. Wandering around is what a bunch of other survivors did too, just wandering to find out what other stuff there is to do.

That is, until discovering 1x1x1x1, playing... Soccer?? Of all things?? His pitch black skin has a whispy effect around it, his bright red eyes staring down at the soccer ball he kicks into the makeshift goal, a small triumphant smile crossing his zipper face. He's proud of himself! His transparent skin at the torso is green, as well as showing his black skeleton, his shoulders heaving with effort from kicking the ball around for who knows how long. He adjusts the domino crown atop his head, walking over to the ball he kicked before nudging it away from the goal, just practicing for a little while until the next inevitable trial where he'd need to use those two Daemonshanks of his to strike down poor survivors. 1x1x1x1. One of the most feared exploiters. Secretly a fan of soccer. Who would've thought?