Under the gaze of Little Red Riding Hood, the blue owl, and the Dice Monster, the red and black die slipped from the grey palm and slowly descended toward the rooftop floor.
The die tumbled and spun in the air, its faces veiled by a faint mist, rendering the numbers on top indiscernible.
The next moment, as the die came to a stop upon touching the ground, emitting a crisp reverberation, time seemed to freeze.
At that moment, aside from the Dice Monster, whose expression remained composed, the other two slightly held their breath.
Subsequently, the die bounced up again then settled back on the ground, spinning a few more times before coming to a complete stillness, as if petrified on the spot.
"It looks like the result has been revealed," the Dice Monster spread its hands, "so may I ask everyone... Can you accept this outcome?"
Little Red Riding Hood said, "Idiot."
The blue owl said, "Moron."
The Dice Monster tilted its head, "Why are you insulting me again?"
