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A cold and calculating man oversees the deadly competition as its secret mastermind: every move, every tactic, every techni...
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After the vote, the guards return with food—finally. My stomach growls at the sight of gimbap, hungry and ready to eat.
But as I unwrap the aluminium foil in front of me, my brows furrow at seeing a fork next to the food. Why not chopsticks? It felt... off.
"Eat up, Y/n." Thanos says, already chewing. "You'll need your strength for whatever game they have planned for us next."
"How are you so sure that until tomorrow people won't change their minds and we'll all actually end up going home, instead of staying here and continuing to play?" I ask, arching an eyebrow.
"Oh come one, we all know what the outcome is going to be tomorrow. There will definitely be people changing their minds, but changing their minds about leaving." Thanos says, smirking.
I hope you're right, I think. Although I'm sure the other group is already scheming something by now. Something to make sure that people choose to leave.
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"Like Gi-hun said earlier, we should try to convince some of them to change their minds before the second vote." I say.
There won't be no need for that though, I think. My eyes drop to the fork wrapped in aluminium foil in my lap, and my lips press into a thin line.
The forks.
A cruel addition to this round—and extra push to thin the herd and make sure everything goes smoothly. The players would do what they always did—tear each other apart when the time came.
My gaze finds Y/n again, standing next to Thanos. Standing way too close to Thanos. In a way that made my blood boil. I hated it. I hate the way Thanos leans it too close, the way she doesn't push him away. Hate the way I feel when I see it—like I'm losing control of something I never had the right to claim. She isn't supposed to be with them. She's supposed to be with us—where I can keep an eye on her, keep her safe if that was needed. But after what happened earlier in the room, and what she thinks she knows about me now, I can't blame her for wanting to stay away from me.
