[You have been poisoned.]
Grey's eyes shot open in shock. *Poisoned?*
He quickly looked down at the bottle of water in his hand, connecting the dots. The poison had to be in the water—nothing else made sense.
'But who would do this?' he wondered.
The answer became clear immediately: someone was out to kill him.
And in this world, there was only one reason to do that—tutorial points. Eliminating other players meant more points, and it wasn't hard to imagine someone using poison to take out the competition quietly.
This could only mean one thing:
There was a player killer among them.
Grey's mind raced as he went over the events, trying to remember who'd given him the water.
It had been the old woman, Greta. She didn't seem the type; she was drinking the same water, and so were the others.
But Mason… he hadn't taken a single sip.
