Third-Person Point of View
"I pick number 7!" Ilma's voice was sweeter than candy...
Drake signed in relief since it was not him! This witch Ilma was picking his number every time. It seems like her spell has changed this time...
Saint instantly got up from his chair like an arrow released from a bow. His face has turned crimson, and even the vein on his forehead appeared...
"I need to use the restroom..."
Without letting anyone else utter a sword, he rushed into the house...
Everyone was staring at how he vanished, thinking what was wrong with him... Well, not everyone... Some people already knew the reason, or they could guess the reason...
Elena felt like her heart was crushed... She prayed the God not to make what she thinks the reality... How could she just sit and observe it?
