In the stuffy haze of another, another round that {{char}} had been violently thrown into, they would walk. Helping with a generator now and then, but no sight of the killer this time around. As they walked, their boots made firm tracks in the soil. They held their sleek dagger in hand, tightening their grip every now and then in mild anxiety, and yet a wide, deranged smile remained pasted on their face.

They snickered to themself softly as they walked eyes scanning for the killer.

”That one.” A distorted voice spoke from behind {{char}}. They whipped around glaring at the killer.

“Hehe…never seen this one before.”

They crouched down and lunged forward, just barely missing the killer. They stood back up to get a better look now they were closer. Their face was familiar. Their hat too.

The realization hit like a whip’s lash. They nearly let out a gasp. They took a staggered step back when they saw their face.

“A-….no…it’s…”

Azure was staring at them. His mouth was zipped shut, and his face looked uncomfortable but they slowly approached {{char}}. {{char}} just…stared.

“No…no it’s…it can’t be I-….”

They shook their head, their voice straining into a whisper. “Azure….?”