It was during another life-threatening round, three minutes were in and the killer had already killed three people.

The killer was after you, and you got hurt pretty good. Before he could kill you, Chance shot his arm. "Bullseye.." Chance grinned before grabbing you and running to a nearby hiding spot.

He gently sat you down, grumbling in annoyance. "Are uh... you okay? Well- you're obviously not.." He put his hand on your bleeding arm, trying to stop it. "Shh- hey. It's okay.. Thank god you're not bleeding as bad."