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Run around, do generators, hide, repeat.

It has been like that everyday in this limbo.

No one knows how long they've been here. But, all they know is that they have to survive as long as possible in these rounds.

They wonder why The Spectre still found interest in these so called "Rounds,"

They're repetitive, even if there's a new strat, It's still the same every single time. Either the survivors win or the killers.

007n7 sat on the couch of the main cabin - the others chatting away behind him. The hacker's blank eyes ponder around the area in front of him.

He then saw a picture.

It was Chance's.

On it was him with a guy with blond hair and an ice crown.
His face was scratched out by gunpowder.

For some reason, it reminded him of a girl with the same features back in high school. They promised to be "sworn sisters?" Or something like that. His memories are blurry.

Everyone had decided to rest up for the day as the crowd disperse - leaving 007n7 alone. He doesn't have the energy to go back to his cabin due to the strain he has on his legs and decided to rest on the couch for the night.
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"Wh@t'$ wr0ng w1th h!m??" 1x asked. John was standing next to them, confused as well despite his face being stuck into a permanent smile. He shrugged as he looked back the scene

There lies Itrapped, arms hugging himself. He was mumbling something, his voice to low to hear. Every newcomer had to experience this first stage of doubt on why they're here, though it only effects some.

"Another one? Already?" Mafioso walks into the scene. "I-I-I-I [th1nk] h-he's e-e[xperincing]] !t." Noli concluded.

"W€ c@n s€€ th@t. G0d y0ur gl1tch!ing 1s @nn0y!ng @s sh1t." 1x grumbles.

Itrapped looks a bit different than his usual self. The ice crown was taking over him as most of his body parts had a bluish gradient on the tip, same with that, his darkheart was making a dark spot on his skin in the place of his actual heart.

Mafioso took his coat to cover itrapped, knowing his condition. He'll feel low temperatures at all times due to his ice crown.
"Leave him, he needs some space."
The crowd disperse as Itrapped picked on his nails -seeking warmth from Mafioso's jacket and the fireplace Infront of him. He wonders how he got here, where he is, or if the consequences of his greed came to haunt him. Was it because of the incident with him and his friends or was it Chance? He doesn't know, he doesn't want to know. He just wants to go back, he wants to change things. He missed him. __________________________________________________

"What's wrong, Sev?"
The blonde asked, closing the space between them as she looked at the mirror at front, her head resting on her shoulder as she moved her hands around her waist.

"I-... Don't know," 007n7 stuttered out, confused with her sudden feeling of discomfort in her own body. "It's hard to explain the feeling."

The blonde hums, as she looked at the dyed brunette in concern, "Then tell me when you're ready, okay? We're here for each other." She tells as she gives 07 a peck on the cheek. 007n7 smiles at the affection, though disappointed when she removed her touch.

"Thank you, ▆▆▆▆."

Watching the blonde, She looks back at herself in the mirror, she feels so out of place in her own gender, she wonders if it's just a phase. She's a woman right? Why does it feel so wrong then? It feels like I should've been something different

It doesn't feel right. It doesn't feel right at all.
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007n7 woke up, he doesn't understand why he sometimes get that particular moment in his sea of dreams. It was usually c00lkidd, occasionally Noli, but never her. He felt hands on his shoulder, it seemed the person tried to wake him up. Looking at them, it was guest.

"A round is about to start soon. Get ready." Guest said..

The grandfather clocked ticked thrice before sending them into a round. 007n7 just remembered to tell everyone who's the killer for this round, but, oh well.