![]() ![]() Yellow's trembling hands grip the pistol tightly as he spares a glance at the old mirror in the room, once more spying the desperation in his own eyes. Once a party of six, only three remain, their dwindling numbers a testament to the raw fear that had been eating away at Yellow since awakening in the dusty old museum: a murderer had been walking among them. Yellow's eyes dart back and forth, contemplating whether to fixate on Red or Blue. The three men gaze at each other in silence. Conflagrated, Theshooter7, TheMisterCat, Peanut, Zeberpal, et al.
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