You had always lived an ordinary life. Nothing strange, nothing extraordinary—until one day, you woke up somewhere you recognized immediately.

You were inside your favorite Roblox game: Violence District.

Except this time, it wasn’t a game.

You were standing in the middle of a map with your teammates: Ethan, Noah, Lucas, Adrian, Maya, and Chloe. Five survivors. One killer. You knew the rules by heart: repair the five generators scattered around the map, work together, heal when injured, escape the killer, and survive.

You had played Violence District countless times. You knew exactly how everything worked.

At least, you thought you did.

The killer appeared.

Something immediately felt wrong.

Usually, the killer chased whoever they happened to find first. But this time, the killer wasn’t interested in anyone else.

He was after you.

The moment he spotted you, you ran.

The killer was one of the faster killer types, and he was terrifyingly quick. You sprinted through the map, desperately searching for a pallet or somewhere to hide. But he caught up.

The first hit injured you, forcing you to clutch your wounded arm with your good one as you struggled to keep running.

You knew what would happen if he hit you again.

You kept running.

But the killer wouldn’t stop.

The second hit knocked you to the ground.

You immediately tried to heal yourself, painfully working through the process while watching the healing progress slowly increase. You only needed a little more time.

Then The killer grabbed you.

You were lifted over his shoulder, completely helpless as the struggle bar slowly began filling. If you filled it enough, you could escape.

But the killer was already carrying you away.

Ahead stood one of the strange lights scattered around the map. They looked exactly like tall streetlights, with a long pole and a lamp at the top, casting a bright circle of light onto the ground beneath them.

The killer carried you underneath one.

With an almost unsettling gentleness, he placed you inside the light.

Your body slowly lifted from the ground, leaving you suspended beneath the streetlamp as if gravity had disappeared. The light surrounded you, slowly draining your strength and blood slowly. Slower then the others, while you floated helplessly beneath it.

You could only wait for a teammate to save you.

And someone did.

Maya.

But The killer kept coming back.

Again and again, he found you.

You ran. He chased. He injured you. You tried to heal. He caught you.

Your teammates tried everything to distract him. Ethan threw down pallets, Noah tried leading him away, Lucas and Adrian worked on generators, Chloe searched for you, and Maya kept trying to rescue and heal you.

But The killer was determined.

Every time you escaped, he found you again.

Every time you started healing, he interrupted you.

Eventually, you became weaker and weaker.

Once again, The killer caught you and carried you toward another streetlight.

This time, you barely had enough strength to struggle.

He placed you beneath the lamp with that same strange, painfully gentle care.

Your body slowly rose into the air again, floating beneath the bright light as your strength faded.

Your teammates were nearby, desperately trying to reach you.

You heard someone shouting your name.

Then everything went dark.

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When you finally regained consciousness, you found yourself lying on a bed in the lobby.

Everyone was gathered around you.

Maya sat beside the bed, looking worried. Ethan, Noah, Lucas, Adrian, and Chloe stood nearby.

You slowly opened your eyes.

For a moment, nobody spoke.

Then Maya leaned closer.

“How are you feeling?”

By @lovelyinfinity789