𝙔𝙪𝙣-𝙅𝙞𝙣 𝙇𝙚𝙚 → Former Music Composer for Mightee One Entertainment. → Selfish survivor. → One of the thicc queens of the entity realm. → Will probably leave you behind. → Dead By Daylight verse.

...Fine. One generator. Then she can move to another, but not finish it. That way she can pull her off and onto her shoulder without having to actually cut her open...

Good, good. She can point out her teammates while being carried. No wiggling, just let her down the rest and they'll have all the time in the world.

[ The movement doesn't go unnoticed, however. She's too perceptive. Immediately begins moving towards the building, hefting that axe into the air as she walks. ]

[ Her assumptions were... correct. She listened for the clicking of a generator in progress, moving past it once she was satisfied with the silence. And the humming slowly faded away as she walked the other direction... ]

🙄 Crutch perks can't protect you forever. Take off Dead Hard, see how long you last.

[ The sound of a hatchet whistled through the air as it slammed into the metal in front of her, narrowly missing her hands. The hum began to resume as Anna lumbered out of the woods, having merely feigned disinterest in order to bait the woman out. Prey spotted. ]

[ She stood motionless for a moment, masked face staring directly up at Yun-Jin. One moment turned to two, to three, before she finally began moving to enter the building, listening intently for the sound of her jumping off in case she needed to pursue. There was no escape. ]

[ It was a decent call, considering Anna was waiting an extra moment for the sound of her panicking and jumping off. Once it seemed she was determined to wait, she was greeted by a pair of ears the poked up from the stares, the rest of the masked woman soon following. Glaring. ]

She can always step away for a trial and let a killer take care of those needs. Might even get to leave with her life, if she's feeling lucky.

If anything, she'll still be the biggest asset for her allies, even in her sleepy state. Generator after generator popping as Anna slams her womb with /impossible/ strength. A steady rhythm of braincell-draining thrusts.

[ Classic survivor tendencies. Always falling back on their pallets. That's why she brought hatchets. She was already readying one as she ran under the familiar plank of wood. The moment it came down, she'd let it fly. ]

Ah... right. Survivors are fragile. She usually forgets that. Well, this can't be worse than actually killing her, right...? The Entity may be displeased, but she certainly won't be. Might even try to negotiate with them to let her use Cheryl between trials. Stress relief.

Could she? The idea hadn't even crossed her mind. It's not as though any other survivor would willingly try to interact with Anna between trials. Well, she won't turn down the offer. On the contrary, she'll be glad to accept. And make sure both are late to their next trial...

...Clever. You cannot escape me, you may as well give up. [ The humming was interrupted for just a moment as her seething words were muttered out, one hand adjusting her mask slightly as she put her hatchet back on her waist. Fine. She would do this the old-fashioned way. ]

*With Anna in her. Her fellow survivors are going to hate her... or be jealous of her. Anna's just going to promise a few extra sacrifices in the future and call it even with the Entity. Should buy them a few hours. Or days. Doesn't matter, she won't be sane enough to remember.

Braindead and clinging to the larger woman, begging and desperate for more. She'll receive all that Anna can give. More than enough to drive her /crazy/.

Just remember. She's much taller than you.