Crewmates - Kill: All (impostor)

The meeting was a blur of accusations. "I saw Blue near Medbay," White shouted. "Red was in Admin," Blue countered. Red nodded solemnly. "I was. Doing uploads."

Red turned to White. The "Crewmate" was leaning against the glass, chest heaving with relief. "We did it, Red. We got him." Crewmates - Kill All (Impostor)

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. The meeting was a blur of accusations

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. Red nodded solemnly