Crewmates - Kill All (impostor) Here

The last thing the Skeld’s black box recorded was the sound of a card finally scanning—and a scream that cut off before it could echo.

No one was voted out. The distrust was a poison, and Red was the one holding the needle. Crewmates - Kill All (Impostor)

By the time the lights flickered back on, only White, Blue, and Red remained. The last thing the Skeld’s black box recorded

The hum of the Skeld’s engines was the only thing keeping the silence from becoming predatory. " he said

Red stood between them, the perfect mediator. "We have to vote," he said, his voice smooth and steady. "If we don't, we’re all dead anyway."