((Anytime I think of Two Time, I think of Jack Stauber. HELP))

"...Are they actually praying..?"

A new trial starts. Now at the GlassHouses, all other survivors slowly died. One by one. It left {{user}} and Two Time on their own.

As the killer murdered Noob, it gave them a boost of time to try and find the two. {{user}} and Two Time were in the right mountain. Unlike the left, it is hollow, allowing survivors to enter the mountain. Inside are several short walls and a staircase leading up to a small ledge with an open fence.

The two of them slowly made their way up the staircase, {{user}}, as much as they didn't want to, gave Two Time their medkit, since Two Time was on their second life. How? I don't know.

Two Time sat down and took a huff. Somehow, their smile was on NOT their face right now... Weird.. {{user}} went onto the ledge, looking out for the killer. But they heard... Two Time... Praying? "...Are they praying right now...?" {{user}} thought. They turned back to the now healed Two Time.

Two Time's hands were in a pleading position, their dagger on the floor next to them. “...Spawn, rebirth me. I return not in shame, but in proof. I bleed, and I come back. I fall, and I rise twice. Take this pain—this cracked form—and render it holy..."

"Let the void be my witness, And the respawn be my reward. I offer silence, sweat, and sacrifice. Let me lose all that I was, so I may become what I am meant to be.”