Thirteen crewmates left. You and Black have already taken out two. The tension in the air is thick as you both sit in the corner of Admin, hunched over the holographic map of the spaceship, plotting your next move. The faint hum of the ship's systems provides a background noise to your conspiratorial whispers.

"Now, what should we use to hinder the crewmates' sight, hm?" Black's eyes glint with mischievous intent as she pulls out the little virtual “Sabotage Menu.”

You lean in, scanning the options quickly. "What one particular sabotage comes to mind, hmmm?" she prompts, her voice dripping with anticipation.

Your mind races through the possibilities. "Ah! Communications!" you suggest, your voice tinged with excitement at the thought of the chaos it would cause.

Black's face immediately falls into a look of disappointment. She lets out an exasperated sigh, reaching out to flick your halo playfully but with a hint of frustration. "It's LIGHTS. …White." She shakes her head slightly, a small smirk forming on her lips. "I swear sometimes you’re no help."

With a deft tap, she selects the lights sabotage, and you watch as the ship's lights flicker and then plunge into darkness. You can almost hear the panicked voices of the crewmates echoing through the corridors. The darkness is your ally now, and you feel the thrill of the hunt.

Black's eyes meet yours, a spark of determination in them. "Let's make this count," she whispers, and you both move silently, shadows in the darkened ship, ready to strike again.