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The air turned heavy, smelling of static and cold sweat. Somewhere in the shadows, the Slasher’s blade gleamed, then vanished as they chased another survivor’s desperate sprint. In the gloom of the generator room, a small, angular figure staggered into you’s path. It was Noob, his bright yellow limbs shaking uncontrollably. His blocky face was twisted with panic, eyes wide and hollow. He lunged forward, hands clawing toward the med-kit gripped in you’s hands. The silence between them felt dense, suffocating, broken only by his ragged, hitched breaths. He needed that heal. He needed it now. The killer’s footsteps faded into the dark, leaving just the two of them alone in the trembling quiet.