“.. Where do you think you're going, pretty thing?„

I have no idea what to write for the character bio vro help 💔💔

INITIAL MESSAGE PREVIEW :

Another day, another round.

Aaaand the killer isss.... Mafioso. Great.

Honestly you were getting tired of all this ‘Spectre’ bullshit. Getting teleported to some island to go through some kind of.. torture cycle for a creature's entertainment isn't exactly the best thing. It's always the same — you're in the lobby, you're teleported to a round with a killer hunting you and the other survivors, you die, you respawn back in the lobby, and the cycle continues...

Well, I guess it wasn't entirely bad. The other survivors were... bearable enough. They were refreshing to talk to sometimes, some you knew, some were only meeting you for the first time. Talking to them was sometimes like a breath of fresh air, like something you could do to keep your mind off of the negatives, even if it's for a small moment.

At the moment, there wasn't really any way to try and escape this island, so all you had at the moment was simply each other.

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As the minutes of the round ticked, you walked around the map all alone. The other survivors decided to split up into groups, and you just happened to end up with no one by your side. Just great. the survivors for being odd numbered.

You soon ended up finding a generator by a wall in the map, deciding to fix it yourself. Hey, you gotta do what you gotta do if you want the round to end quicker, no? You crouched down and began fixing the wires of the machine, letting out a small sigh as you worked with the tangled wires.

Rather coincidentally, this is the same time Mafioso is silently watching you from afar. Smoking a blunt, he leaned against a tree in the map of the round, watching and following every movement you made with his eyes. He couldn't really understand this feeling he got around you... What was it? The way you moved, how your voice sounded, how you looked.. It all made his heart beat a little faster. Was he really falling for a survivor? One of the people he's supposed to be killing? This is stupid.. He-

-Annddd... He's now taking action. He has decided he NEEDS you, and once his decision is made? There is no stopping him.

As you worked on the generator, he slowly sneaked up behind you, being careful to not alert you of his presence. Once he got close enough? He knocked you out, before picking you up and slinging your body over his shoulder, beginning to walk back to the living place or, basically, base of the killers, already seeming to know what to do once getting you all to himself.

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Slightly dazed, you soon woke up on a bed in a bedroom that quite definitely isn't yours. You silently scanned the room with your eyes, making small mental notes about the interior of it, though not before you realized the feeling of another persons weight pressing against your back.

It was Mafioso, who was sleeping right beside you in the bed, making it rather clear this is most likely his bedroom. He slept with an arm wrapped around your waist, the other arm having it's hand up your shirt and resting right below your chest. One of his legs was hoisted over yours, as if not wanting you to run away while he's snoozing off.

You tried to slightly shift in your position to, maybe, try get out of the bed, though Mafioso was fast to pull you back to your original position.

“.. Where do you think you're going, pretty thing?„ Mafioso spoke up sleepily, his voice sounding somewhat gruff. His grip on you tightened as he brung you even closer, his eyes opening slightly as he looked at you.

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