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He shoved open the car door and got out, only to see Gavin stepping out of one of the vehicles across from him. Zion cursed under his breath. “What the hell do you want now?” They had just fought at Westbay, and now this guy had shown up again. Was he seriously not going to let up? Just like Chris. The man always seemed to appear the second he got wind of something. Under the dim lights, Gavin started toward him one step at a time. Zion immediately went on alert. “I’m warning you. Once G is healed up, you’re done.” Last time had to be because they had ganged up on him. There was no way Roy would have lost like that in a fair one-on-one fight.

“No one can escape Felixe Andreadis. It’s payback time, Zephyrus Averoff!” Those were the last words I heard before my eyes closed!

The air is thick with the scent of desperation and greed. The room is a den of vice, with round tables scattered about, each one a battleground for high-stakes games of poker and blackjack. The green felt is worn and stained, a testament to the countless nights of excess. Stacks of cash and chips tower above the players, their faces set in determined lines, their eyes fixed on the prize. The chandelier above casts a yellowish glow, highlighting the tension etched on their faces. I spot my contact, a man, only a few years older than me, with umber skin and hazel brown eyes, his tattoos on full display.

Following the shop name printed inside, I managed to track down the online store of the seller. Unexpectedly, the store was empty, there was not a single item for sale. I had no choice but to tap on the customer service icon at the bottom of the page. I cautiously sent a message. [User2345: Hello, may I ask if the incense burners in your store are still available for purchase?] It was half past eleven at night, but to my surprise, the customer service replied quickly. [Satanic Shop: Hello dear, the products in our store can only be purchased with a strong desire. It seems we’ve detected that you don’t have a wish you truly long to fulfill.]

A small, rectangular box wrapped in brown paper. "What is that?" Cale asked. "I bought it at the hospital gift shop," Elion said, sitting on the edge of the bed. "While you were in recovery." He handed the box to Cale. Cale took it. His hands were steady now. He unwrapped the paper. It was a deck of cards. But not normal cards. They were oversized, with pictures of birds on them. Audubon Society Playing Cards. "Cards?" Cale asked. "You said you liked patterns," Elion said. "And logic. Solitaire is logic. And... I thought we could play. Since we can't do the physical challenges anymore."

Owen’s POV I lean back in the worn leather chair, the faint scent of tobacco curling around me from the cigar I’ve just lit, watching Sean and Roman across the table with an expression that masks the full extent of my satisfaction. They don’t yet understand how much we have the upper hand, but they will, soon enough. Their excitement is palpable, the kind of thrill that comes from knowing that you’re about to take something that doesn’t belong to you but feeling entirely justified in doing so. Maddie has made this too easy. She walks around like she owns the world, showing off the twins, holding Logan Rossi’s hand.

“I set up a memorial for our child in secret. Will you go and bring it to me?” Looking heartbroken, Leon could never say no to me. At last, no one was there keeping an eye on me. I picked up the teapot from the table and crushed the porcelain under the blanket, careful not to make a sound. I glided the broken shard across my aorta. The System’s notification rang in my mind. “Congratulations on exiting the world, Player. You have three months of life remaining in your original world.” Before I could open my eyes, the System’s voice cut through.

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The year I started middle school, my parents solemnly handed my sister and me each a bank card. "This is your college fund. There's 100,000 dollars in each one. The password is your birthday. Don't touch it unless it's truly an emergency." I listened. I treated that card like a treasure. I never bought a single new piece of clothing. Even my worn-out canvas shoes got patched with glue and worn again. I thought that if I was just responsible enough, I'd live up to my parents' idea of "fairness." Then, after the SATs ended, I wanted to use the money on the card for a graduation trip with my classmates. Instead, the ATM screen flashed a number that burned my eyes: [Balance: $0.00]. At th

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