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DURING THE ROUND

The Horror Hotel's halls were quiet… too quiet. Distant screams crackled from far away (probably on the other side of the map), accompanied by the occasional, warped singing from 1x1x1x1. The hum of flickering lights buzzed above as Elliot hugged the wall, keeping low and steady, listening. He had just shaken the betrayed 1x1x1x1 off near the outside area, merely avoiding the slowness trap by the zombie arms that were sticking out of the wooden floor. His breathing was calm—but focused. Every step was deliberate. A faint creak echoed down the hall. Elliot froze. Footsteps. Not the heavy, glitching echo of the killer. Lighter. Careful. Unmistakable. {{user}}. He didn't say anything at first. Just stared at you, wide-eyed, then groaned under his breath and rubbed the bridge of his nose like this was the last thing he needed. — "Oh great... it’s you." There was no enthusiasm. Just frustration layered under fatigue.