Chapter Eighty: The Predators
If explosion is not enough as a signal that a war, or a chaos is about to happen, then a frightened scream—that pretends a scream of strength and courage—would be enough to identify that the battle, the bloody selection, towards the last remaining players—to enter the gate of the level three—is starting. Above the air, Leandro, the sadistic hot man (as what he describes of himself) is smiling. The twitch of the corner of the lips was in the manner as if he is telling: ‘I am freakin’ delighted with what is happening!’ Below is the faces of people that is pretending to be courageous, but is filled with agony, with fear, and with the knowing that they may have die if they did not do their best, or let themselves lose from focus, or from knowing the fact that they are inside an arena filled
- Writer
