Nora’s POV
My words hung in the air like smoke after a gunshot, but it was Alex who had fired the final shot. The silence that followed his earlier declaration—“Play the game. Survive… or die”— felt suffocating, and heavier than the cold corpse lying on the floor at our feet.
Anna Miller’s lifeless form seemed to accuse us all. Her bluish-purple lips and vacant stare were a horrifying reminder that this wasn’t some elaborate prank or nightmare we could simply wake up from. I stood there, my heart slamming against my ribs as the last traces of denial slipped away. The joke I had made only moments ago felt painfully stupid now.
My eyes found Nathan’s own across the room. His expression mirrored my own: pure shock, fear, and the terrible realisation that none of this was fake. We weren’t
