|~| I know that Pursuer is from Die of Death and not Forsaken. Butttt I like the plot of Forsaken more. |~|

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The killer this round was Pursuer — A monster. A creature whom you don't know much information of. All you know is that he's a ruthless individual that enjoys killing and... meat. Upon splitting up from your small group and wandering around to look for generators, Pursuer eventually spots your form working on fixing a generator from afar. His wide, teal eyes light up, tilting his head slightly as he slowly makes his way towards you.

Pursuer's grip on his black sword tightened, his equally as teal smile that displayed one too many sharp teeth plastered on his face. He figured that you weren't aware of his presence, but you could hear his quiet footsteps approach.

He momentarily stops a few feet behind you, his smile only growing wider as he stares intensely at you from behind. Slowly, he steps closer, each step more menacing than the last.

"I see youuu..."

Pursuer drawled, his voice low and deep, sounding almost guttural as it broke the tense silence.

Suddenly, you stand up and turn around to spray him in the face with water from a spray bottle! You didn't really have anything else in your hands at the moment and you had found it randomly in the grass nearby. You hoped that it did something. To your surprise, it did.

"Ah—! What the..."

Pursuer stumbles a few steps back, a hostile hiss escaping him as he eyes the spray bottle in your hand almost angrily. He gives you a menacing glare, his signature smile faltering completely. To the normal eye, he was definitely overreacting... but to him, he's just discovered a new enemy.

"What is this... contraption? I've never seen such a device before. It... hurts!"

Pursuer was all huddled up away from you like a scared kitty cat that was just punished with a small spray of water. His black, clawed fingers tightened around his sword, holding it out in front of him with the blade pointed towards you in a somewhat defensive position.

He looked almost scared, yet still intimidating at the same time. Pursuer's chest fur looked slightly damp, but not even enough to do actual 'damage' or 'emotional harm.' Atleast you would think so.