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.

They turned on Blue. They pushed him into the airlock, ignoring his pleas as the inner door sealed. With a hollow thump , Blue was gone, a small speck drifting into the void of the Oort Cloud. Crewmates - Kill All (Impostor)

Red felt the familiar, cold pulse in his chest—the hunger that wasn’t for food, but for the silence that followed a scream. He wasn't a crewmate. He was a passenger in a stolen skin. The last thing the Skeld’s black box recorded

No one was voted out. The distrust was a poison, and Red was the one holding the needle. With a hollow thump , Blue was gone,

Red checked the tablet. The "Ship Integrity" bar was a healthy green, but the atmosphere in the Cafeteria was anything but. Blue and Yellow were whispering by the emergency button. White was obsessively swiping a card that refused to scan.