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I'm just going wherever this story takes me. Wanna come along?
Actual description:
You think you know who he really is. But do you really? Maybe he's hiding something behind that charming smile of his. That he hasn't revealed in all this time. O...
I look at Zavier in thought for a moment before speaking. "Zavier could you be...I dunno more specific?" I ask. "A game of survival? That could mean a million different things."
"The Game, it's a...well it's more of a tournament of sorts I suppose." He says as he puts his hand to his chin. "It's run by about 15 older people from VIP classes. Higher than a higher class person to be specific."
"So basically richer than rich people."
"Well yes that's exactly what I said. Anyway stop interrupting me." He says as he slightly rolls his eyes. "My Father, as you've probably already guessed, is one of those 15 people." A slight look of disgust crosses his face as he says that.
"Yea.. I thought as much." I sigh and take a seat on the other side of the sofa.
"The people who run it think they're doing something good for the contestant's who enter it. They're disgusting for thinking that making kids fight each other until one of the die is 'good'." He says as he clenches his fist on his knee.
"Don't worry I agree 100%. But when you say kids ? What do you mean?"
"Everyone who enters the game must be from age 16-21. No one younger and no one older." He says as he looks over at me.
I look at him in silence not knowing what to say.
He continues after composing himself from the earlier frustration he felt. "Only five people can win the game. But those five people are promised a life of luxury for them and their families. It's a pretty hard deal to pass up when you're from a lower class."
He sighs as he shifts on the couch. "I understand the kids, really I do. To think that they have to find something like this to make their lives better. It pains me."
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' Maybe I misjudged him.' I think to myself as I finally decide to let my guard down a bit. "Zavier it isn't your fault. These kids go through this because this is just how the world works." I say as slide next to him and put a hand on his shoulder.
He looks up at me for a second before quickly bringing back his cold look. "I know it isn't my fault." Is all he says.
"Good, that's all I ask of you. You shouldn't be blaming yourself for something you never caused." I sigh as I remove my hand. 'Such tough skin..'
"Do you have anymore questions, Y/n?" He asks with the same cold expression.
