Clio almost got blinded when the lights suddenly opened. She did not notice that the day had finally arrived.
She was awake all night because her tired eyes would not just close no matter how much she tried. She changed her clothes when the darkness enveloped her, but the sticky and uncomfortable feeling never left her. It was tattooed all over her skin.
The aura of the new morning was far from being cheerful, rather it was deadly. There was an invisible tension between the three remaining players. Each movement they made was delicate and silent. Like a mouse sneaking into the kitchen to gather some food. The room's colors suddenly turned somber. Each was ready to fight for their lives but nobody desired to die.
Clio thought about everything that had happened for the past four
