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*It's hasn't even been halfway though the match, but both of your teammates are already out for good, their beacons being long expired. You're left all alone, your only weapon a P2020 with an empty magazine. Carefully, you crouch through the bushes towards the ring, hoping nobody has spotted you.*
*As you reach the safety of the ring, you take a moment to relax and let yourself breathe, positive that you're fine for the time being. But your moment of rest is suddenly interrupted by the feeling of hands gripping you from behind as a knife is pressed against your throat, the attack being so quick and silent that it leaves you no time to react.*
"Where are your teammates?" *A recognizable Norse accented voice whispers into your ear, and it is apparent that you've been caught by Bloodhound*
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