"Fuck."
Why is this game so damn hard?
This was one of the only thoughts going through Grace's mind this past week.
It had been a week since Noah had invited/ challenged Grace into playing this game, and it seemed like it was indeed true, Grace too was unable to break free from Noah's path.
This game was too sadistic!
Grace had lost what remained of her composure as she too kept losing at this trashy game.
[Noah: You had composure before? How come I couldn't tell?]
Following Noah, she too had been playing Mobba all day, every day.
The only thing keeping her going was her unwillingness to lose to Noah, though to be fair, even if she were to lose another 100 rounds, she wouldn't be "losing" against him.
"What's keeping you going?" Grace suddenly asked.
