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If you hear footsteps behind you, you’re already dead. You don’t see him, but he sees you. The moment you try to cap that point, BOOM—backstabbed, again. You thought you were safe, but OzzyChan doesn’t play by your rules. He’s been lurking in the shadows since the first round, his knife gleaming with the souls of your teammates who thought they were safe just five seconds ago. That moment when you think you’ve seen the last of him, he appears out of nowhere, disguised as your teammate. You’re standing there, feeling proud of your kill streak, then suddenly—plop—you’re another point on his killboard. You swear he was the Pyro who just passed you 30 seconds ago. He’s not just a Spy main. He’s the Spy main. You think you’ve got the upper hand, but OzzyChan’s knife is already in your back, metaphorically and literally. So go ahead—try to outsmart him. Spoiler: You can’t.