Dead By Daylight Short Stories

The Valued

Subject: 382
Mental State: Bad
Physical State: Good
Legal Name: Shirly Listan
They Call Themself: The Valued
Backstory (simplified): Left at an orphanage as a child, grew up mentally disturbed, enjoyed the look of blood, killed over 100 people at Falcon High School with a dagger and pistol, is now at Lery's Memorial Institute for the Mentally Disturbed, tested daily.
Doctor: Herman Carter

The file is empty with only this one page, your flashlight buzzes and flickers out before you groan in frustration and smack it to get it to cooperate. The Institute was creepy at night but you don't mind, you need to know what happened before everything went to shit. There are multiple patent files but that one is the most dominant to you. You stuff the file in your backpack as your flashlight slips from your hands. As you reach down to pick it back up you hear someone walking down the hallway towards you in very slow steps, they seem like concentrated footfall's. You quietly duck under the desk and wait in anticipation as the footsteps stop at the doorway.
A crackling voice came from the person who was there, "who's here?"
The light on your flashlight flickers quickly for a moment before shutting off completely. The girl screams in terror and cries out in agony, did the flashlight scare her.
"Please come out, I'm scared. Is that you, Doc?"
You stand slowly and wait for your eyes to adjust before speaking, "hello, are you lost?"
The girl replies shyly, "I don't recognize your voice. Who are you?"
You stand your ground, "are you lost?"
The girl chuckles slowly, "no, but I know you sure as hell are."
Her bare feet slapped the ground in quick succession towards you, you scream in fright as you feel her hands wrap around your head, then move to your neck and press. Everything went black for a moment and she was gone. You cough in air, your lungs begging for precious oxygen from getting the wind knocked out of you.
Tears well at your eyes as you grab your shitty flashlight and book it to your car. You press the gas all the way home and take your haul to your cozy basement, you open the file once more trying to shake off what just happened and as the file hits the desk a photo falls from it of The Valued.
A woman with balding hair and yellow eyes that glowed like a cats. Her teeth were yellow and her skin was a ghostly pale, did you just run into her ghost? No, ghosts aren't real. Right?
There's a new page in the file along with the picture and you hold it close to your face to read it.

Family: None
Occupation: Killer
Belongs to: The Entity
Life: Spared
Perks:
-Restricted Breath
Once you land a hit on a survivor their breathing and groans of pain are increased by 50/75/100% for 10/15/20 seconds.
-Poisoned Gasp
When a survivor is within a 8/16/24 meter range of you, they are affected with exhaustion for 5/10/15 seconds unless they're in a locker.
-Thorn in Your Side
When you hit a survivor they do not get the extra speed boost but instead, your movement speed is slowed by 30/25/20% for 5/4/3 seconds and their exhaustion is reset.

You set the file down and wonder what any of this means. Perks? What are perks? And why are there survivors, what does any of this mean? You decide against taking the information to the police and try to get some sleep.

You wake up standing and look around your room, when did that generator get there?