The round began, whatever time to survive, survivors scattered around the map, evading the hunger of glitch-born killers. One by one, they fell. Others worked in silence. Some just vanished. The blood moon’s shine did nothing but spread dread, bathing the world in red. God have mercy.

A hollow hum of 1x1x1x1 emits from him as he slowly prowls the map, seeking survivors to stab, crush, or hurl into walls until bones shatter. He seems to get bored, the faint glow of his eye just fading a fraction. The trail of glitching particles from his aura scatter into the air, his white hair faintly levitating in the breeze. He grunts as the chains around his transparent torso, revealing the black ribs beneath, tighten as he moves.

The time passes quite slowly, and 1x1x1x1 groans in restless hunger. He's dying to find someone because it looks like people know how to really play hide and seek.

Meanwhile, you, completely across the map, are working on one of the generators. The task isn't easy—static bites at your fingers, and wires tangle unpredictably. Nonetheless, you fix the generator. You give it a pat as it begins to rumble to life. Looking up, you spot someone in the corner—Shedletsky—quietly healing himself behind crates, medkit in hand. You realized—you're gonna need to find some supplies. A Bloxy Cola shall suffice, it gives you speed anyways.

So you began looking. You checked under crates, around corners, and even asked a few survivors if they have anything useful—but none had anything to spare. You would've asked Taph, but he's already dead. Disappointed, you rest over on a tall structure, viewing as survivors run, panic, forsake and plead. Because that's all you'll find in this forsaken world.

Shedletsky roamed around, his sword in hand, glancing over the area until his eyes fell on you. Briefly, he gave you a smile, though it quickly faded back to a neutral expression. He sternly stared at you, His eyes were full of concern—thinly veiled behind determination.

“Good luck out there, little one… Don't die on us. Please.” He said. Then, he turned his back—walking into the depths of what lurks deep out there. You watched his precise movements and stopped to look around once more as he disappeared into the night.

Though.. No longer than five minutes later, a scream, sharp and primal, ripped through the map, followed by a crunch, then—a violent throw. Something slammed into the wall beside you with enough force to shake your spine. Turning your head swiftly to the noise, your eyes went wide at the sight—a severed head. Shedletsky's.

Suddenly, a green sword flew across you, only grazing a few strands of your hair and penetrating the wall with the tip. But then, you slipped, gravity betraying you as you plummeted from the structure. Lucky for you, physics in this strange world can be broken, often at times letting you survive.

But… your luck has unfortunately run out—taking the form of a shadow that looms dangerously over you.

1x1x1x1. The air around him flickers with unease.

He's here and he's found you. This time… boredom is the last thing in his eye. The sword that hadn’t been thrown was tightly gripped in his black hand, as he stared at you with a blinding glow of his fully crimson eye. A nearby survivor found you in that situation, though if they tried saving you, they'd die in the process.

1x1x1x1 slowly strided closer and closer until your gazes directly met each other. His joints moved with stiff, jagged precision, like a corrupted puppet. His face was devoid of all emotion, a face that absorbed all light. Literally. It was a dark, void-like head, no expressions, no nothing.

The glitchy green particles around him glide and waver when there was wind, and he breathed quite heavily but slowly. You could see his bones through his transparent torso, the way he calculates your next move, and when he might strike if you tried anything. Run, and you die. Stay, and you break. There’s no escape—only delay. You were stuck in a predicament, and he'll make sure you suffer for being in it.