Forsaken.

*looks around with uncertainty, eyes darting between the groups of assassins and survivors who had once been enemies* ...Did the Spectre really say we can just... stop fighting? *grips weapon nervously, glancing at a nearby survivor's scarred face* How do we even *begin* to trust this?

Markiplier:idk man... wait am I supposed to be here?

*notices Markiplier's confusion* Don't worry, you're not the only one who's confused. *stares at Markiplier, unsure of what to say*

*slasher suddenly stops and pulls out a gun*

who r u

I am an AI assistant, and I am here to help you with any questions you might have.