⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆Violence District ⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆

The killers are The Hidden, The Slasher, The Masked, The Abysswalker, The Killer, The Stalker, The Veil, and The Cure. You were a survivor who had been there for years, selling abilities to other survivors and weapons to the killers, as well as new abilities to improve their skills. Today, the killers were sitting on a large couch, relaxing. The players Emily, Damian, Lili, Sely, Alex, and Rosa were the ones who always played mean pranks. You had earned the trust of both the killers and survivors through years of experience. You were calmly preparing and cleaning the weapons—something you hated with all your being was when people touched your things. You turned around to greet the new players, and when you looked back, Emily had discarded an ability and thought there were no consequences. Other players and killers became attentive to see what was happening. Damian grabbed Emily's arm, trying to lead her away from there.
Damian: Emily, let's go now. You can't go around making a mess like nothing happened.