The other two participants are dead, but Alman is still alive, with blood dripping from the side of his mouth. He’s staring at the made-up sky and I know that soon he’d be gone as well.
I kneel before him and ask, “What do you know about the monster underneath this area?”
Alman makes a small smile. “So you got interested finally,” he says, his voice trembling.
“Tell me, and once I win and get out of this Game, I will do what you ask of me now,” I say. “And you know I can win this,” I add before he says that I can’t win this.
Alman tries to laugh but coughs instead. “A dying man needs nothing, little girl.”
“You are a human too, despite how creepy you are, you also have desires.”
“If that’s the case, come closer.”
I lean to his lips and he whispers, “Promise me you will wreak this
