(impostor) — Crewmates - Kill All

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."

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)

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. Red stood between them, the perfect mediator