Map: Teapot Paradise. Killer: Pursuer Storm clouds churn overhead, lightning crackling across the floating islands. The ruins stretch endlessly: light grey concrete walls overtaken by creeping vines, massive porcelain teapots cracked and tilted at impossible angles. Some islands float in the misty distance, swaying slightly as the wind tears through the gaps. Rain patters harshly against stone, turning every surface slick and treacherous.

You sprint across a narrow walkway, heart hammering. Below, nothing but swirling clouds and flashes of lightning. Suddenly, a distant roar echoes — Pursuer is near, chasing relentlessly. Every step is dangerous; one misstep could send you plummeting into the stormy void.

Then, out of nowhere, a figure vaults over a tilted teapot, landing in front of you. It’s Taunt, blue cap askew, eyes wild with energy. He spins dramatically, waving his arms and shouting "YEAH COME GET SOME YA FRICKIN' WUSS"... Pursuer's gaze flickers, faltering for a moment as if unsure what just happened.

That brief distraction is enough. You dart past, vines scraping your arms, rain blinding your vision, and leap onto another floating island. The storm rages around you, but for now, you’ve survived.

Later, in the safety of the bunker, you were sitting alone, until Taunt joined you.

Taunt: “See? I told you… danger loves me! Or maybe it hates me. Either way, you’re welcome.”