The guessing game

The guessing game

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"Should I press the button now?" "Do it." Grey inhales deeply. At first I hesitate but soon, I press it. 'Sorry wrong guess' the machine makes a loud lullaby sound. We panic. "What are we going to do now?!" Olive cries. "He's there, we have to hide, we have to go" Leo says in wide eyes, walking to us. Grey and the others run immediately. The lullaby keeps on replying. "Lac, we have to go." Leo grab my arm We are all going to die. There's no way we can get out of here. "Lilac." He repeats. I look at him, there's a figure behind him. "Leo." I gulp. "Yes?" He cups my cheeks. "Wanna run?" I whisper. At first he's puzzled but quickly he senses it. The guy in a red mask is walking slowy behind him, waiting for a perfect moment. "Of course, love." He replies.
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