Cursed into a video game by the members of their own fan club, Engfa and Charlotte find themselves trapped in a digital world where every level tests more than just their strength and wit-it challenges their hearts. But the ultimate goal isn't just...
As soon as Mario's car disappeared down the winding road, Tina's cheerful demeanor vanished. Her face hardened, her eyes cold and calculating.
You know what to do, she snapped, her voice low but commanding. Delete every trace of us being here. I don't want a single fingerprint left behind.
The team sprang into action, their movements swift and efficient. Laptops were wiped clean, hard drives were smashed, and every camera used for filming was dismantled, its memory cards destroyed. They moved in eerie silence, their faces devoid of emotion as they dismantled the scene.
Tina watched them work, her mind already five steps ahead. Mario will figure it out soon enough. He was smart, maybe even too smart for his own good. And once he realized that this wasn't just some immersive film project, he'd run straight to the police. She had to be ready for that.
Burn it all, she ordered, her eyes never leaving the mansion. Every prop, every piece of equipment. I don't want even a speck of evidence left behind. Nothing they can use to track us.
A few of the team members exchanged uneasy glances but said nothing. One of them poured gasoline over the set pieces while another flicked open a lighter, the flame dancing in the growing darkness.
And remember, Tina continued, her tone icy, turn off all cellphones before we leave. No signals, no tracking. Stick to your assigned routes. I don't want anyone followed. We meet at the new location at 11:00 pm sharp. Not a minute later.
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Champ and Sun accompanied Nawat to the hospital, determined to keep a close eye on him. His condition was puzzling—his vitals were stable, yet he remained unresponsive, as if trapped in a coma. Anxiety hung heavy in the air as they paced the hallway, exchanging worried glances.
Meanwhile, back at MGT headquarters, tension simmered. What are we going to do, girls? Pichy asked, her voice trembling. Does anyone remember anything that could help us find them? Any glitch in the game that might've given you a clue about where they are? Tina's eyes darted from Chompu to Faye, searching for any hint of hope.
Chompu and Faye shook their heads, frustration evident on their faces. All I know is that Fa and Char mentioned hearing a chant before they were zapped into the game, Chompu said, her fingers nervously fidgeting.
Wait a minute, Faye's eyes widened with realization. Sun mentioned something about the threats they received recently. Maybe there's a clue in them.
Then what are we waiting for? Marima's voice was firm, her posture tense. I can't sit around while Fa and Char are stuck... Buddha knows where. Let's go check them out.
They piled into an MGT van, determination etched on their faces as they headed to Charlotte's apartment first. The place felt eerily cold, as if the walls still held the fear Char must've felt. They combed through the letters, their faces tightening as they read the vicious words: Stay away from Fa. You're not good enough.
