100 Doors: Die Fabulously for the Audience
Willa, the poor soul, hung onto the floor, her mind racing with questions she didn’t have answers to.
She glanced at her hands, and just then, she noticed a faint dark ink stain. Hastily, she wiped it against her dress, but it didn’t go away. Instead, it bloomed into a beautiful orchid flower.
Willa gasped, and so did the other players.
“I have a sunflower...” one player chimed.
“Mine is a rose,” another said.
Willa turned to Elias, but the stone-cold man sat still, his hand within her vision. Unlike everyone else, he had no tattoo. The other players noticed, but no one dared ask, not when his chilling gaze was enough to make them vanish before the system did.
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