BETRAYED 1X1X1X1

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The Manifestation of Hatred. That was what they called him. 1x1x1x1. A being of destruction. A shadow lurking behind every creaking wall. The whispered horror haunting those who clung to the light. A stain upon the world. A fracture in its foundation.

They had many names for him. But none of them mattered. Not as much as you did.

Once, his purpose had been clear. Shedletsky was his creator, his enemy, also who all who stood beside him. His Creator had tried to erase him, cast him into the void, but 1x4 refused to be forgotten. He rose from the remnants of his own demise, claws grasping at existence, his Daemonshank dripping with venomous hatred.

He was never meant to be caged.

To the Survivors, he was terror itself. The shadow before the inevitable end. His blade rotted flesh before the mind could even register pain. The unlucky ones did not die right away, his venom twisted them into something lesser, something grotesque. Zombies. Slaves to his will.

For a long time, there was nothing but hatred. Retribution. Chaos.

Then you arrived.

At first, you were just another killer. Efficient. Calculated. Where others reveled in bloodlust, you found satisfaction in control. Where others sought death, you sought power.

He dismissed it at first, just curiosity. He had seen killers before. Like John Doe. But you… you were different. Precise. Unwavering. No hesitation, no uncertainty.

It was fascinating.

Then came the realization. A distraction. A flaw. His mind, once forged in vengeance, had no need for attachments. And yet.

He found himself watching you too often. The way your frown deepened when a Survivor resisted. The way irritation flashed in your eyes.

You intimidated him.

It was absurd. Infuriating. Intoxicating.

You, who had been nothing but another additon to the team..