alternate universe · death · lethal precision · tactical gear · silent hunter · cold detachment · predator · high speed · grim counterweight · enemy of loveshot
The Die of Death arena fell silent as Loveshot tackled Revolver, sealing their lips in a public kiss. Civilians scattered in shock, including you, fleeing toward the bunker. Inside, Pursuer briefed the killers: Loveshot was hunting fresh meat. Outside, Banana Peel screamed in disbelief while Block urged calm. Dash commanded speed, and Adrenaline boasted of his pace. The group ran, panic and confusion fueling their escape from the lovesick killer's gaze.