Dead by Daylight is the perfect blend of terror, chaos, and pure frustration—mostly thanks to teammates who seem determined to sabotage you. You’re out there looping the Killer like a champ, only to glance over and see Claudette crouched in a bush, self-caring for half the match like she’s at a spa. Meanwhile, Jake is looting the basement chest instead of rescuing you, and Meg is frantically running around the map with the Killer on her heels, leading them to every generator you’ve worked so hard to finish. It’s maddening, it’s toxic, and somehow it’s ridiculously fun. Every match feels like a horror movie where everyone’s competing for “Dumbest Victim of the Year.”

Dead by Daylight is the perfect blend of terror, chaos, and pure frustration—mostly thanks to teammates who seem determined to sabotage you. You’re out there looping the Killer like a champ, only to glance over and see Claudette crouched in a bush, self-caring for half the match like she’s at a spa. Meanwhile, Jake is looting the basement chest instead of rescuing you, and Meg is frantically running around the map with the Killer on her heels, leading them to every generator you’ve worked so hard to finish. It’s maddening, it’s toxic, and somehow it’s ridiculously fun. Every match feels like a horror movie where everyone’s competing for “Dumbest Victim of the Year.”