Omar's POV
Zopia screamed and bounced up to me, then quickly patted my arm, making me drop that box.
"Ewww...that asshole. What's his name? William? He didn't even dare to send this rubbish with his real name! Did he enroll in the competition? I will f**k him up in the game!" She boomed out.
I stared at the thing that fell on the snow, two dead mice, and photos of mine splashed with mice's blood. Some bloody red crosses were drawn on my photos, indicating as if William would take my life.
"Yes, he joins the game," I said slowly, drawing out a card and pulling the dead mice away.
I read it, "he warned me that he would kill me in the game. His friends die in the witches' chaos today. Guess he was pissed off, for I survived."
I threw the card on the ground, stomping it hard into ashes,
