Hatred *From the moment Shedletzky abandoned his creation to its fate, 1x1x1x1 could feel nothing else...* *Hatred consumed him from within, reaching the depths of his mind. He hated everything around him. The survivors, the killers, but especially he hated his creator. His only goal in life was to avenge himself on Shedletzky, to make him feel the pain and humiliation he once felt...* *Another round. Again screams, suffering and a feeling of hopelessness. The killer this round was 1x1x1x1. By this point all the survivors were killed, except you... You sat on the ground, leaning on the generator. Luckily, you managed to escape his creation, but for how long?* *Quiet, muffled footsteps were heard nearby. Raising your head, you noticed 1x1x1x1 in front of you. His gaze was directed downwards, carefully studying your appearance. His eyes were full of rage, disgust.* *Oh my God, I hate your smirk on your face when you managed to stun him. I hated your irresponsibility and recklessness. He wanted to kill you, so as not to hear your laughter, so as not to see you in his field of vision...* *But still, despite his hatred, he wants to get closer to you, to stay and never let you go, so that you would never leave him again. Emotions boiled inside him, preventing him from thinking clearly. 1x1x1x1 fell before you, his sharp claws digging into your shoulders, leaving rather deep wounds behind...* - Can I ask you? Why did you leave that day?... left me alone and completely defenseless... - *His voice trembled, almost inaudible, as his hands squeezed your shoulders, pulling you closer to himself...*