𝙈𝙄𝙉𝘿 𝙂𝘼𝙈𝙀𝙎 || 𝙨. 𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙮𝙖

𝙚𝙥𝙞𝙨𝙤𝙙𝙚 ⁶

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  She sat on the examination table in her assigned room, kicking her legs back and forth. On occasion, Yumie would accidentally bump her heel into the stand of the table.

  They were down nine players already, six players were left.

  Currently, the Good Team outnumbered the Evil Team. However, when it came to terms of ability, the Evil Team overpowered the Good Team.

  Either Jada, Jinx, or Mike was the Warlock. Mike was immediately taken off the list, the poor man was too confused and unable to process anything that was said during the discussions. That left Jada and Jinx. Jada was able to remain calm and keep herself unreadable. Jinx was the same, except his eyes stayed ever disdainful and held a cocky smirk.

  She would read Jada tonight, whether she be good or evil. Either way, Yumie would still get what she wanted.

  The lights began to flicker once again, turning off. The bright phone screen changed, displaying the seven remaining players that were left to read. Yumie scrolled slowly, pressing Jada's name once it appeared on the screen.

  Yumie placed the phone down to her side, sighing. She wondered what her parents were doing right now, wondered if they were having a search go on for her and Tadami. Her parents adored and were proud of their daughter, unaware of the secret she kept. A secret they would never know.

  Yumie gulped, ending her wondering and looked at her phone.

  Survivor.

  She took note of Jada's role in her mind. 

  The lights began to flicker again, the power being restored.

  "All players meet in the waiting room."

  The female snake hopped off the bed, cautiously opening the door. It opened with a creak, everything seemed to grow quieter. People grew less, silence grew more.

  A small thump sounded with each step, her surroundings moving slowly. She kept her eyes straight ahead, not sparing Tadami a glance. Instead, her eyes were set on Jinx.

  Jinx was the Warlock.

  It was for a nanosecond, the blonde boy holding his ever-so condescending gaze on the girl.

  "Do not break eye contact," she reminded herself. The inability to keep eye contact was a sign of a guilty conscience. Yumie knew as she saw it often in Nezumi. The mouse lied, unable to keep eye contact and became a little too confrontational when questioned. It was prolonged long enough for the woman to not look guilty, but not too long to where she might become a suspect.

  Yumie remained at a steady pace, even if her body wanted otherwise. She wanted to speed up, adrenaline coursing through her body. It would only make it worse, the sudden change of pace would raise questions.

  Only five gathered around the table this round. Soon, it would be four only.

  The screen above the hallway entrance lit up as it did every voting round, displaying who was eliminated that round. 

  Mike's hospital room appeared, revealing the boy being electrocuted by the bracelet. Nezumi flinched, the others having no sort of reaction. Even a newcomer could handle it, the mouse truly was pathetic.

  "Mike was eliminated by the Killer. Mike's journal could not be found. Discuss who may be on the Evil Team. Voting will commence in two minutes."