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White looked down at his tablet. The bar hadn't moved. It was still one task short of completion. He looked up, his eyes widening as Red’s shadow stretched across the floor, growing taller, sharper, and far too long.

Green was the first to wander off alone. He was a perfectionist, hunched over a tangled mess of wires in the back of Electrical. Red slipped through the door, the pneumatic hiss masked by a sudden, intentional burst of static from the ship’s comms. Crewmates - Kill All (Impostor)

White was shaking, a wrench held like a club. "It’s him," he pointed at Blue. "He was behind me the whole time." "I was trying to stay safe!" Blue screamed. White looked down at his tablet