It’s not a secret club! No need to be chickenshit.

Kill? No, no so drastically. I want to drag it out. Leave them suffering for days.

The lady can have her fun, as long as the prey comes back alive.

I need access to a few files buried within the network. Now, the logical step would be to snatch up an IT admin, make them log into the network, et cetera. Where’s the fun in that, though? Why not make Bridges hand it to me themselves? Let’s take Deadman and use him to barter.

Oh, darlin’! We’re all dead here, eh?

I’m only surprised because I thought I’d actually have to work for it. Thank you kindly for offing yourselves and each other!

One lone survivor. It’s all right, loneliness leads to bad thoughts. I’ll let nature take its course.

But I do! I have faith that your natural tendencies will take over and you’ll be driven insane by your very own solitude.

We’re awful quiet on the Bridges front. Good. Stay out of the way.

It’s been quiet.

Wishful thinking.

You can’t get disappointed if you never get your hopes up, DG.

You like dull, don’tcha? I’d kick things up but the porters are hiding. One tiny voidout and everybody hunkers down like it’s gonna make a difference.

Leave the porters— leave the porters 𝙖𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙚? But I do! The boys slit their necks and then they’re left 𝙖𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙚. I thought the BT population could use some rehab. Porters are essential.

I love it when you get nasty with me.

Mm-mmm! Let me see those claws.

Wishful thinking, darling DG? You know that death is a mercy. Nobody in their right mind would show 𝘮𝘦 mercy.