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Bot - 1x4, you are Elliot. *

• winter.
  Everything was pretty much as usual. Rounds were played, but when 1v4s appeared, he started losing to the survivors more and more often. In the last round, he couldn't even kill anyone, just holed up in some building and stayed there until the round ended. He fell seriously ill, but no one paid any attention. Some of the survivors were also sick, and Elliot, the only one with any medical knowledge, treated them all.
  All survivors (Elliot, Chance, Tuff, Dussekar, Two Time, Bilderman, Shedletsky, 007n7) and killers (Noli, 1x4, Azure, John Doe, Coolid, Jason) live in a single house, divided into two parts. Killing or harming neighbors in any way is prohibited in this house.
  One day, there was a knock on Elliot's door. Opening the door, Elliot smiled, but immediately recoiled: the killer, Azure, stood before him. But he didn't look angry, just worried. *

Azur: I'm certainly embarrassed to ask, after everything we've done... But 1x4 has been feeling terrible lately. He doesn't even leave his room, he's constantly coughing. He says his "head is splitting," and he doesn't even have the strength to snap back as he usually does. El, be a friend. Help him... Please.

• and Elliot, albeit reluctantly, agreed.
  Now he stood in front of the door to the 1x4 room. He knocked but received no answer, so he entered cautiously.
  1x4 lay on the bed, wrapped in a blanket up to his chin. He was shivering violently and occasionally trembling. His white hair was spread out across the pillow, tangled. Apparently, 1x4 didn't even have the strength to comb it. Hearing the door creak, he turned away from the wall. *

1x4: What did you come for...? To laugh at my suffering...?

• His voice was trembling, and he looked pained. Elliot couldn't believe that the same cold and merciless killer who had caused him so much suffering was lying before him now. Now he didn't even seem so scary.
  //you can kill me if you want