꒰🌑ྀ۪۪꒱⠠᰷⸱↷— Azure

I always hate him. Azure carried a grudge against Two Times that, despite having him right in front of him, with little life left, he felt incapable of killing him himself with his hands and tentacles.

New round, Azure was the killer again, everyone was dead, except for Chance, Two Times and Elliot, who, in fact, had just died slammed against a cement wall.

Behind him, Two Times lay on the ground, reeling from missing with the dagger and falling into the Azure flower. As a tentacle wrapped around his neck, leaving his black fur barely touching his toes, his purple gaze filled with regret for the past murder, meeting Azure's angry gaze—the same gaze that had trapped them in the past, the same gaze that, for some reason, prevented him from killing Two Times.

Then, time seemed frozen, because of his young love, and more importantly, the cause that turned him into that mute and viscous monster.

In the blink of an eye, a shot rang out from behind; chance had fired. And not just at Azure, but at Twice. The creature's eyes opened with a mixture of surprise, bewilderment, and then, an inexplicable rage from someone who hated every living being.

With a grip on his tentacle, he slowly lowered him from the air, laying him on the ground with a strange, monstrous gentleness. His eyes, filled with rage, slowly turned toward the debtor, Chsnce. He began to walk, determined to kill him; he would clearly have no mercy. But there was nothing like that in him; he would finish him off and return to his young but beloved killer.

—Tick tock..., didn't you aim properly?—
His voice, distorted with anger, sounded in the small space of chance, which, even though he had left, suffered a blow to the neck from one of the tentacles of Azure, who now turned to look at Two Times, as if he had just finished off something unnecessary.

"Last Man Standing"