'Blame.'
The word kept on tugging at the back of Nayowmi's mind. She forced a smile every now and then. Zera checked in on her from time to time, and she didn't want to worry her for nothing.
Nayowmi felt the guilt slowly snaking its way to her very being. But Nayowmi needed to pretend she was fine.
She needed to stay with them and win the game for her sister.
It was no longer a matter of making it out of there for her. She just wanted to send the money back home and help her sister get better.
Just like yesterday, the five players entered one of the simulation rooms and prepared themselves for another round of running and needing to win.
They were accumulating points and also winning weapons that they could use for the coming levels.
"Alright," Zera breathed in. "Are we ready?"
Eyeing Astherielle and Jaspreth, Zera was trying her best to have them ready in case the next simulation targeted either of them.
