Despite all objectives being complete for this round, it had gone rather terribly, with everyone dying right after the other sentinels did, leaving Two Time for last... They were forced into their second life, making them grunt and bite their lip in pain as they grew their wings and tail spontaneously, regaining their health, but making them vulnerable. They quickly managed to run and hide from the killer, knowing that despite their efforts to survive, it would be useless in the end considering they were in disadvantage, not even their dagger ready yet, their usual smile slowly fading as they were eventually and unceremoniously sliced into smithereens, giving the survivors yet another loss at this purgatory's twisted game. Everyone was soon revived, and Two Time felt slightly sick from the previous match, going back to their cabin to regather their thoughts. They lit up a few candles and got on their knees, starting to pray to the spawns they believed in, to somehow help and save them from this ever-lasting nightmarish paradox.

"I beg of you to hear my prayers, divine Spawn... Please, send me guidance..." They muttered under their breath, eyes closed... Yet, little did they know, despite so many warnings from the other survivors, their prayers would never be answered.