“I’ll choose whatever Knave chooses,” Midnight announced, putting Clio in the tight spot.
She looked at everyone. They were waiting for her.
“What if… What if I got it wrong?” Clio asked, feeling a bit strange of how everyone was relying on her.
“Pick gold,” Sheol suggested. “Let’s just go to gold.”
Midnight smirked. “Don’t tell her what to do. If there is someone who should follow here to survive— it’s you, me and everyone else.”
Sheol’s hands turned into fists. What he hated the most was allowing others to dictate his life. The last thing he would do is to follow. “I’ll go with gold whether Knave will pick it or not.”
“Sheol!” Irgo tried to stop his friend. But Sheol was being prideful.
“Let’s go with green again, Knave. Let those idiots die,” Apollo interjected, pulling his twi
