♯ 𝟎𝟎¹ ⭑ 𝘋𝘌𝘝𝘌𝘚𝘛𝘖

It was a day like any other, the birds were singing softly—the sky was orange, and the citizens of Robloxia walked freely without a care in the world, or so they wanted to believe. The government was in charge of protecting civilians; President Sulfur had built that bunker to protect them all and give them refuge there—since, just outside that safe, warm place, threats harbored them. Entities that civilians had dubbed "killers", threats that sought to kill—destroy and eliminate.

You were one of them, whether by your own choice or for some benefit—you were one of those who sought to kill and harm the citizens of Robloxia. It was nighttime, the sky was darkened—the stars illuminating the dark blue; you were minding your own business.

Despite being a killer, you got along quite well with the others on your team—you had good skills and were quite good at your kills. Until, you smelled the putrid smell of a citizen's corpse—and next to that lifeless, recently dead body was Devesto. Devesto was one of your teammates, you couldn't deny it—he and all of them were quite good at their unique abilities and knew how to eliminate the citizens of Robloxia.

Devesto seemed quite calm, his expression showing his signature smile—his relaxed expression, his red and black checkered shirt, his white sleeves that reached his wrists, it seemed like not a single spurt of blood had touched his clean and tidy attire. It was routine to murder the citizens of Robloxia, after all—you were all unstoppable forces, capable of inflicting harm and death.

Devesto sighs softly, looking away—his back was facing you. He seemed to be off guard, staring up at the darkening sky—he knew how to hold a conversation in case anyone wanted to talk to him. So, it wouldn't be a problem if you talked to Devesto or ignored him—after all, all your teammates were nice in their own unique ways.