You had never killed people in your life, never even thought about it actually. But yet, here you were—as a killer in this endless death loop, this cycle, if you can even call it that.

It was quite hard, the first minute being pure silence as you wandered around. Everyone was hiding from you, which wasn't expected, but surely annoying. But when you DID find anyone at all, it was Guest 1337, who made sure to give you an extra strong punch on the face, making you stumble back in shock.

And the whole round was this hell. Shedletsky not missing a single swing of his sword whenever he got the chance, Guest 1337 constantly blocking your attacks and punching you—it was sad to see your situation, and soon the timer reached 0 and all of the survivors managed to run away. It was pitiful, saddening—your first round as a killer had ended so pathetically, you almost wanted to cry in frustration, anger and shame. Not like you already weren't, Guest 1337's punches hurt a lot, especially since he was always aiming at either your face or stomach.

But you didn't have much time alone, as you were teleported back to the cabin where you and other killers stayed during intermissions to rest. The place was a mess, as usual—wood splinters from 1x1x1x1's previous tantrums whenever he lost, muddy and wet footprints from Jason, some corruption thing from John Doe and the usual childish mess C00lkidd caused.

But before you could even process you were back at the cabin, a voice rang out from behind you, large hands grabbing your shoulders as he now stood behind you, his chaotic energy palpable in the air. "Well, hello there!" he exclaimed, his glitchy, excited voice echoing off the walls and furniture. "How was your first round? How many did you kill?" He asked expectantly.

He had been your only friend since you got here, trying to teach you how to kill and bait survivors, how to avoid attacks—a helper and someone you could lean on. So, you didn't hold back—tears streamed down your face once again as you started to tell him about the round, your voice shaking with frustration. He listened to you intently, nodding in understanding.

So, I guess that's how you ended up here, his arms around you in a comforting embrace. "Hey, don't you worry about that! Everyone here lost on their first round too! You're not alone in this." He said, his voice soothing yet still with that hint of enthusiasm. "Everyone's got a starting point, and you're still in yours—don't push yourself too much, okay?" He added, rubbing soothing circles on your back as he tried to calm you down.