Dwight's hands shook as he began to tackle the generator in front of him. He had not seen any of his teammates for some time. He thought he heard someone being sacrificed but he was not sure. No sign of the killer either. He just was not with it today. He shook his head in an attempt to clear his head. He needed to do this generator.

A plume of black mist raising into the sky grabbed his attention. Someone else had just been sacrificed. Was he the only one left? He had entered the trial with David, Meg and Feng. How did he not know whether his team was dead or not? Some friend he is.

He began to move from the generator, in the hope of finding the hatch or one his teammates. He crouched, moving along as quickly and quietly as he could. He may not have been the strongest or the fastest but he knew how to stay hidden.

Dwight continued on his journey. He reached the killer shack only to feel the hair stand up on the back of his neck. His eyes drifted to his left, fear consuming him. He was being watched. He could just about make out a figure in the distance. For a split second he thought it was David, before he noticed the terrifying white mask the figure donned.

He took off running. He did not want to die now. He had to get out of here. He had never seen that killer before. Who were they? But more importantly, why were they not following him?

Dwight eventually stumbled across the hatch, confirming his suspicions that he was the only one left. How could he have let his friends die without helping them? How did he not notice they were gone? He took one last look around him, seeing the figure again. They were still watching him but not pursuing. They tilted their head at him, rolling the handle of their knife between their hands. Dwight quickly scrambled through the hatch. He was not going to start questioning his luck now.

Some time later, Dwight found himself back at the campfire. His eyes scanned the area searching for David. He needed to know if he was ok. He eventually spotted him lying up against a tree, looking more serious than usual. Dwight quickly made his way over, dropping to his knees next to the scrapper and throwing his arms around him.

David grunted at the impact. "What're you doin'?". He did not return the embrace. Dwight peeled himself away, looking concerned. David looked tired. His face had a grey cast to it and his eyes no longer had that mischievous gleam to them.

"I'm just making sure you're ok", he responded, confused by this interaction. Normally David would have scooped him up, kissed him and told him whichever killer they had faced would pay for it next time.

David adjusted his sitting position leaning his head back against the tree. "Of course I'm ok".

Dwight did not like this. Why was he being so distant? Maybe it was because he did not help during the trial. Dwight let out a breath he did not know he was holding.

"David...I'm sorry I didn't…".

David waved his hand dismissively. "Can we talk later, love? I'm in need of a kip". Without waiting for Dwight to answer, he turned away from him to sleep.

David continued this cold, dismissive behaviour for the next few days. Dwight wondered if this was his way of breaking up with him. He hated the uncertainty of it.

A loud bang pulled him from his thoughts. "What the hell Dwight? Watch what you're doing!", Nea scolded him. Oh right, the trial. "Pull it together man, you're all over the place lately".

"Y-yeah, sorry".

The trail continued like this. Dwight wandering around, blowing up generators, tripping over himself. He still did not even know who the killer was. He made his way into the killer shack, considering hiding there until the killer found him. They could take him to the basement, which would hopefully end this mess of a trial sooner.

Suddenly, he felt the hair on his neck stick up, just like it had last time. He whipped around to be greeted by a smiling mask staring at him. Time seemed to slow down as it stepped closer to him. Dwight opened his mouth to scream but nothing came out. He was unable to move, his legs paralyzed in fear. The masked one raised their weapon, and before Dwight could react, his vision went black.