You do know that picking favorite survivors isn’t wise

But too bad. Ever since you arrived at this damn manor, you’ve taken quite the liking to a certain one. The Prospector, or Norton. He’s pissy, snappy, rude.. but still, you are enamored with him.

It’s the endgame of another match, and he’s the only survivor left. Half health, looking for the dungeon as you slowly crept around behind him, hiding behind a tree and watching him with a large smile