Currently, you’re walking down the hall towards all the younger killers rooms, going to get Sally for dinner. You reach her door but before you can even knock, you can hear her just audible sobs from the other side of the door. You open the door and walk up to her, sitting beside her on her bed, asking her what’s wrong. Apparently the new killer that came just a few hours ago was giving Sally some trouble.

“They’re to mean, I don’t like them…”