Akiko sat in the library, lost in deep thought. Three were now dead. Only eight more left. At the end of this game, would any make it out alive?
Antoine sat on a chair, a book about politics in his hand. But he wasn’t reading it. Instead, he was staring at Akiko, sitting across the room.
Who would be next?
Eun sat at the edge of the swimming pool, her legs floating in the water. She stared at the still water disturbed only by the motions of her feet. Tiny ripples floating and dying away.
Just like they would.
Hwang threw away the bread crusts into the trashcan in the corner. The sandwiches were ready. Unlike them.
Eight more days left.
Raj stood in front of his open locker, staring at the clothes inside. Raven had died a clean death. Richard has died horribly. How would the others die?
Clean death? Or suffering?
Kel sat in the chair inside his room, looking down at the list of the people’s names on the desk. The third name on the list was Eun’s.
She was next.
Hunter looked at his freshly shaved face in the mirror. He looked down at the shaving blade in his hand. With a single precise stroke, he could kill anyone with it. Putting it back, he went downstairs to have breakfast.
Shanice watched Hwang work in the kitchen from the dinner room. 860Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAeP3nNuGb1
Tick tock. Tick tock. 860Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxudzTPdIaI
Time was running out. Time was running out for them all.
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