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Generators? Only touched when it’s safe. Unhooks? Only if the killer’s blind, deaf, and legally dead. He calls teammates “friends” in the lobby, but in the trial, they’re just meat shields—useful for soaking up damage so he can escape with a smug sprint burst.
And yet, when the exit gates open, he’s the first to teabag—celebrating a victory he earned off the backs of those he refused to help. Irony is, he thinks he’s the main character. But to everyone else? He’s just another red stain in the grass.
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