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Sensing my arrival, she smiled faintly before speaking. "I thought you'd leave me behind and disappear for good. Look, this is the room you once stayed in." She suddenly smiled wryly. "The sunlight here isn't good at all. He lied to me about everything. I was so foolish to have believed his nonsense about having cancer. I completely lost my head…" Her voice choked up as she spoke. "Do I still have a chance?" She looked at me, eyes full of pleading. "I'm going abroad. If everything goes well, I might never come back." I placed a thermos of soup on the table and stood up.

Upon arriving at this thought, Luciano knitted his brows deeply and stepped on the gas. When he reached my condominium, he could instantly tell, even from afar, that the door hadn't been locked. It had simply been left slightly ajar. His heart rate sped up at the sight as a bad feeling rose in him. He rushed into the unit, nearly tripping over his own feet in his haste. Not even bothering to turn on the lights, he swiftly checked the living room, dining room, and kitchen—there was no sign of me anywhere. Subsequently, he shoved the bedroom door open, only to be greeted with a rush of cold air.

Lena stared at the words. Her heart pounded wildly. “…Aftergame?” someone whispered. “What kind of sick joke is this?” another voice snapped. The screen flickered. More words appeared. STATUS: DECEASED A gasp spread across the crowd. Lena’s chest tightened painfully. “No…” she whispered. “No… that’s not—” ALL PARTICIPANTS HAVE DIED Her legs weakened slightly. Her breathing grew shallow. “I… died…” she whispered. Her voice barely sounded like hers. NEW OBJECTIVE: SURVIVE

Hell, she didn’t even like to think about it. Sally reached Emily’s familiar gated fence and slipped her sunglasses up onto the crown of her head to better see the shade-speckled front yard and driveway. Her heart was racing. Screw the double-shot latte she’d devoured earlier whilst sitting on the couch with her laptop across her knees, speculation was the ultimate stimulant. The headlines from the articles she’d been reading online still echoed through her head: 10 SIGNS SOMEONE YOU KNOW MAY BE INFECTED. YOUR CIVIC DUTY: THE HARD CALL WE ALL MUST MAKE.

I turned around, stiff as stone. The TV in the living room turned on by itself. Snow filled the screen, and the static hissed loudly. I unplugged it, but the screen stayed lit. The snow flickered, slowly pulling itself together into a blurry image. It was my door. My front-door security feed. A shadowy figure was standing there, placing a package on the floor. Suddenly, the static surged and the image warped. In the final clear moment, the figure lifted his head. He was looking straight into the camera, staring right at me, and watching the TV.

As for Heather, she would stare at the large screen that was installed in front of the electronics store every day whenever she wasn't scavenging through trash. She was waiting for a miracle. She couldn't shake the feeling that Jamie wasn't actually dead. He was the "Godhand", after all. How could a divine being die? One day, a livestream that would shake the entire global medical industry to its core was broadcast on the billboard that was installed on the biggest shopping mall in Highville.

The TV broadcast showcased a glamorous show featuring models, and there, amidst the glittering display, was Francisco. Emily adorned his side as they played their parts in the orchestrated spectacle of their so-called relationship. Lily, standing beside Hazel, noticed the lifelessness in her gaze and gave her a sidelong glance. Concern etched across her face, she asked, "Ms. Hazel, should I change the channel?" No response came from Hazel; it was as if she had become deaf to the world around her. Sensing Hazel's unresponsiveness, Lily took a step back, uncertainty shadowing her expression. Deciding to create a more comforting atmosphere, she began pulling down the curtains, shrouding the roo

“Go ahead. It won’t change anything. The story is already out there. Everyone knows Cassian is losing his mind. And you… you’re just his scary little shadow.” I flexed my fingers inside the gloves. “You talk too much,” I said quietly. Damien laughed again, though it sounded more nervous. “What are you even doing here? You think scaring me is going to fix anything? That article is already trending. By tomorrow morning, everyone will be talking about how unstable your precious Cassian is. And there’s nothing you or that pretty boy can do about it.” I took a step closer. He tried to move backward, but his back hit the wall.

Ariel figured it wouldn't be a bad idea to dress up a bit nicer since she was attending an important event. She and Chad headed to the venue together. Most representatives from top companies were already there. In the main hall, a video showing some of the best creations from recent years was being played on a big screen. Coincidentally, they were playing the clip of the U.N2 reconnaissance and strike drone on the screen just as Ariel got there. The drone was highlighted as one of the key topics of the convention. Chad raised his brows. "See that? Even after all these years, you're still one step ahead of everyone else. You probably would have made countless unimaginable achievements if you