I already feel as though this boy wants my life.
Should I allow him to continue to silently threaten me? I feel that I might become the first to die during this competition at this rate and honestly I had no desire to be. Like I had mentioned many times before... I love my new life. This small one also cherishes it and has zero desire to simply allow it to just drift away like that.
"Welcome competitor to the third level of the competition. Because of internal issues, the location had to be changed and a little twist was added..." The woman did not differ from the pretentious one. If her cheeks were not as pronounced and eyes a bit more bedroom-ish they could have passed for twins.
The same posture, smirk and, of course, those cold eyes. Another headshot.
I suddenly wanted her dead as well, but I stayed calm, putting away my flask and focusing on her while that gloomy boy continued to stay awfully close to me.
