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Scott said quietly, nodding at me. And just like that, they vanished before my eyes. They had already suffered enough in life. How could they die all over again because of me? I crouched on the ground, crying so hard I nearly fainted. The familiar mechanical voice rang out once more. "Congratulations, player. You have successfully cleared the horror game instance "Family of Four." Reward: Revival. Preparing to transport the player back to the real world. Countdown begins: 10, 9, 8..."

Her face darkened even if I was not uttering any words to defend myself from her stupid outburst. "Participants, enough," the host said when he noticed the commotion. If I was not mistaken, he was the Beta of the Cameron pack—the host of this annual event. "You can continue talking when the game is done—only if you survive the game." The crowd fell silent when they understood what he was saying. Everyone knew that this blood-thirst game was not easy. "I know that you all know how this game is played but let me explain the new mechanics for a change."

There were posters of old movies on the walls. And sitting in the computer chair, their face illuminated by the blue light of the monitor, was a teenager. They were wearing headphones, their mouth slightly open in surprise. On their screen, they were looking at a game called **"THE ORIGIN: REVOLUTION."** On the screen, two tiny characters—a girl in a hospital gown and a boy in a hoodie—were standing in a white void, looking directly at the camera. The teenager blinked. They reached for the mouse. "Whoa," the teenager whispered. "Is this a 'Fourth Wall' break? This game is deep."

Julian stepped back, his massive silhouette framed by the flashing red emergency lights, and reached for the heavy tactical shotgun resting on the concrete floorboards. The game was entirely over, the mountain was falling, and the final payment had just been signed in blood.

Whatever the wine had to do with it, I could do it easily. “Here’s how the game works,” the third one, Beau, said, getting to his feet until all three of them were standing in a line, facing the crowd. “We give each of the new intakes a five-minute head start. And then—we hunt. You can run, you can try to hide, but whoever we find first gets to drink the sacred blood.”

I run at Bram and drive the makeshift weapon into his upper back. Bram stiffens and lets out a warped growl. He rips the piece of wood out of his back and drops it to the floor. Blood immediately oozes out of his back, dripping down the backs of his legs. He turns, and takes a step towards me, reaching his bloody hand out for me. I take a step back and slip on the trail of blood forming on the floor, unable to steady myself, I crash onto my back, and a loud puff of air escapes my lungs.

The wind howled violently, scratching at my throat until I felt an itch that seemed to make me want to cough. "Enough talking. Choose, or I'll let them both go." At Amber's signal, the men next to us hoisted both me and Tara up. The salty sea breeze hit me in the face, and the sharp smell of ocean water churned my stomach. However, nothing compared to the screaming in my ears. Before I could even draw a breath, Ethan had already made his choice. At that moment, everything went silent. Amber instinctively turned to look at me. My vision flickered and spots of black clouded my sight, but I did not know why.

I tell you, even if you succeed today, I just hate that I won't give you a happy ending. He crawled into bed again, seeing the white flesh in front of him became more and more yearning, but he still wanted to say one more sentence: - You can only sell for a few cents at most. The medicine was getting stronger and stronger, Iris began to look at the woman's body with fascination, her throat was dry, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, then began to kiss her hand very gently, finally a long kiss on the face. smooth face hidden in the dark. The fiery developments took place from gentle to urgent, becoming more and more passionate between two strangers.

“It’s not like you’re going to win. Just show up, that’s all.” Then, with mocking emphasis, he added, “Oh, and bring those three little supermodel babies of yours.” But he forgot to hang up. In the background, his friends jeered, “See? Your wife’s so obedient. Even if you told her to walk into fire, she’d do it!” Natalie’s faint laughter carried through the line. I let out a cold laugh of my own. “We’ll make sure both you and Miss Natalie remember us well.” Backstage at the Supermodel Showdown, Natalie leaned on Jared’s arm and whispered, “I’m still a little nervous about Clarissa…”

Meanwhile, Adrian came to my side, and looking at me with more questions, he picked me in his arms. «she needs a doctor, now,» he said and escorted me to the open room, Atlas’s room. I held on to him, it felt weird, he was angry, warm, and afraid, and fear radiate out of him. He placed me on the bed and I felt a bolt of pain in my left arm where the wound was healing, making me scream my heart out; I looked at my hand, seeing black veins covering the wound. «What is that?» asked Hunter. The pain was unbearable, but I knew what was this, black blood, I have been marked.