In the last chamber where Apollo was isolated, he watched as the gate slowly lifted in front of him. He did not bother to look or find the gun the announcer was trying to say. He only needed the knife in his hand to kill the woman who killed his sister. He clung on his knife tightly. Everything he was seeing was still red.
"I will kill you with the same weapon you used on my sister," he coldly muttered to the wind. He hoped Clio could hear him. He hoped his presence would be enough to terrify her because he intended to torture her until her last breath. "Get ready."
He stood up. His eyes were burning on the metallic gate. It was like unleashing a hungry beast out of its cage.
“Gather up players! Criminals, you have twenty one seconds to run! Go. Run, run, run!” The announcer playfully s
