The game seemed to be against them from the beginning itself.
Mastermo felt like he was being set up and on instinct, although the chair turned, he kept his eyes on the white screen.
His brain couldn't process everything at once. What was happening?
He had never felt so helpless in a level with so many things that didn't go according to what he guessed.
He finally seemed to understand why this level was hard ranked and just as he realized this, he gave up on the hopes of winning this level.
Inevitably, he was fully turned and could no longer see the white screen since his head couldn't rotate 180 degrees.
He had never wanted to be a ghost more than now. Weren't ghosts supposed to have necks that could look back while walking front? He envied them right now, but even if someone were to give him an offer to become one, he would still refuse.
