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After a moment, Jorvan took out an infernal bill from his pocket. However, the money was covered in sticky blood. When it touched my skin, I went and got a rag to wipe it off. In the next second, I froze in place and dared not move. Oh no. In such horror games, only players could see blood. They could also see the actual undead nature of the ghouls. Jorvan’s lips curled into a wicked smile, revealing a mouth full of sharp teeth as he stared at me. “Who are you? Where did the original owner of this food stall go?”

The shards slide into the silver scar on my forehead like they were always meant to come home. Warm. Heavy. Final. Crown HUD: 41 / 47 → 43 / 47 Strigoi King’s Legacy accepted. New passive: BLOOD OF THE IMPALER (Once per year, you may refuse death for someone you love.) The Forty-Eighth just lost two pieces she thought were forever buried. The blood in the sarcophagus begins to evaporate, turning into red mist that swirls around us, then dissolves into the night. A whisper (ancient, proud, exhausted):

His eyes weren’t black, she noticed, just deep, like he’d seen too much already. The rest of the pairs lined up: Jenna and Doug, Mart and Gina, Julia and Nick. Samuel let out a loud laugh. “Throw them in! The bloodsuckers are drooling!” The vampires lunged, chaos erupting as blood sprayed across the room. “Animals!” Samuel shouted, rolling his eyes. He turned to the group, grinning. “Welcome to the games. Strong survive, weak die. You know the drill.” He rattled off the rules, then waved them off. “Get to your rooms, rest up, and don’t be late for the first round.”

" For helping me see what I've been blind to see all this while." " Have you been blind to see, or you just didn't want to talk to see it? Anyway, you're welcome. Any compliment is handy now." I muttered and folded my hands. Until I felt a hand tickle my sides, I laughed while running away. " Stop! That ain't funny!" " It's called payback time." He muttered, picking a basketball. " For what?" " For cheating in that last game. Remember?" Oops... I already forgot. But I smirked devilishly at him.

"We will see who wins first, Brother," He stood up and smirked at me, sparking a challenge I won’t back away from. "Either your revenge... or my extortion?" My smirk also grew wider as I replied strongly, having no intentions of failing. "We will see," He let out a quiet jeering laugh and left me all alone in my undesirable thoughts after starting a lethal game. I stared at the crack in the glass with a blaze igniting in my eyes as I threw the glass away, shattering it to pieces.

I grab my bag from where I dropped it by the door and leave, pulling it closed behind me as quietly as I can. ***** I sit in the car for a long time before I can make myself drive. The steering wheel is cold under my hands and I sit there staring at nothing, trying to figure out how I’m supposed to do this. I want to stay here with Jonah and Mara and fight until we’re okay again. But I can’t. Because if I don’t go back, if I don’t finish the contract, Mom dies. It’s past ten by the time I get back to the mansion.

It made their bodies feel as if they were being pierced by needles, and their hearts beat faster than usual. "Hahaha, I'm sorry I can't play with you guys. But don't worry! This game will be the most interesting one for all of you, it won't disappoint you!" said the blood man with a satisfied laugh, then the demon-like blood creature grabbed the man's body with its large hands. Cracckkkk...

He yanked his hand away and tried to turn. I said lazily, with a cold edge, “If you try to run, don’t ever think about walking out this door again.” He hesitated. I stepped behind him and wrapped my arms around him. My fingertips traced his chest and felt the muscles tighten, like touching a sword ready to be drawn. “Leon, let’s play a game.” He closed his eyes hard. When he opened them, they were darker and dangerous. “Play what?” I tilted my head and smiled, a vicious light in my eyes.

Deliberate. Mia. I step back and look at it, heart pounding, mouth dry. “Blood still counts,” I say quietly. And then I start planning how to burn everything down.

"Losing just a little blood made me cold, dizzy... I thought I was gonna die. Only then did I get it—what I put you through. I stole your blood. I deserve to die..." His voice broke as he wept, like a kid who'd done something unforgivable. "I deserve to die... I deserve to die..." I sighed. "You don't have to die. Just stay out of my life." *** Back home, Vincent insisted on wiring me a ridiculous amount of money. "This is a breakup fee. If you don't take it, that means you don't agree to break up." I took it. Just like that, I was financially free. ***