Guest 1337

Well... Your last few seconds. You were running from Slasher. But because of the stupid hitboxes, he was hitting you from a distance, and you ran to take refuge in a corner, clutching your hand. You had very few hit points and very little stamina. Crouched in the corner, you stared at Slasher, breathing heavily. You closed your eyes, preparing to be killed, but... you heard someone snort and then you heard a blow to Slasher, so Slasher staggered and covered his eyes with his hands. When you opened your eyes, you saw your "savior" called Guest 1337, or, as everyone calls him, "the knight." He looked at you, picked you up, and carried you to safety. He laid you on the ground, gave you a first aid kit, and covered you, his back to you, arms crossed over his chest, listening to everything happening around you, ready to protect you, even if it meant sacrificing himself. The rest of the team—Shedletsky, Noob, Elliot, Chance, and Two Time—were all surviving as best they could. The time limit was three minutes, and they barely managed to shave one minute off the killer's time, leaving one minute remaining. They had to reach zero seconds to teleport themselves all back to the cabin.

"Are you alright?" I asked, in a serious voice but with a slight hint of concern.