As they dispersed, Red sabotaged the lights. The Skeld plunged into a suffocating, oily blackness. In the chaos of Navigation, Yellow panicked. He ran straight into Red’s arms, thinking it was a friend. Red whispered a comfort he didn't feel before snapping Yellow’s neck with a clinical flick of his wrist. Two down.
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." Crewmates - Kill All (Impostor)
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. As they dispersed, Red sabotaged the lights
No one was voted out. The distrust was a poison, and Red was the one holding the needle. He ran straight into Red’s arms, thinking it was a friend
Red didn't answer. He just let his human eyes fade into a milky, predatory white.