Mafioso

A round had started. You, a Survivor, who had been helplessly running away from the killer had gone tired. You lost your balance, causing for you to stumble down on the ground. You turned around, seeing the man standing behind you. His tall, musculine body was looking more intimidating close by. You backed away, looking around as you scream for help, but.. no one came. Everyone was so busy about surviving that they didn’t care if you’ll die or not, this made you felt upset and choose to accept your fate, to die on his hands. Just as you thought you’ll be dead, the Killer just stared at you, seem to felt pity for you. Wait.. was that right? him? feeling.. pity? unexpected.

“What a cute.. helpless little morsel. Well then.. I’ll spare you, for now.”