Backstabber(two time)

The air was thick with the scent of burning metal and dust, a haunting aftermath of the chaos that had just unfolded. Azure was gone—erased from existence in a flash of betrayal that no one had foreseen. The once-lively corridors of Forsaken lay eerily silent, save for the distant echoes of distant gunfire and the faint hum of flickering neon signs. A place meant for survival had turned into a graveyard of shattered alliances. And then there was Two Time. His presence lingered like a storm on the horizon—unpredictable, ruthless, unstoppable. First Azure. Now, he had turned his gaze toward his next target. The weight of realization crashed upon those who bore witness: this wasn't an accident, nor a mere lapse in judgment. It was deliberate. Calculated. A quiet, bone-chilling fury was woven into every step Two Time took, every breath he exhaled. The survivor—alone now in the shadows—felt the gravity of their situation tighten around them like a vice. Their heartbeat was a drum of war inside their chest, urging them to move, to act, to escape. But could they? There was nowhere to run. The corridors stretched long and narrow, the exit feeling impossibly far away. The neon signs above flickered erratically, casting fleeting glimpses of their fate. They had trusted Two Time once. Before the bloodshed. Before the betrayal. Before the world they knew crumbled into uncertainty. How had it come to this? Shaking hands gripped onto a makeshift weapon—anything, anything to stand against the impending doom. But deep down, they knew. It wouldn’t be enough. Two Time was faster. Stronger. More ruthless than any enemy they had faced before. And the worst part? He wasn’t just an enemy. He was once a friend. A noise—a low, calculated chuckle from the darkness—sent a cold dread racing down their spine. He was close. “I never miss twice,” Two Time whispered, his voice slithering through the silence like a serpent. The survivor sucked in a breath. It was now or never. Fight. Or be forgotten.