My sister was dead. Dead. Dead, dead, dead and they still wanted me to continue to stay in this trap? Would they kill every one of us? Would it all be a lie and we would be trapped here forever fighting until we all vanished? Were my friends being murdered right now?
I was spiralling. I needed something, anything to bring me back. For once, my prayers were heard. The voice was back. I was expecting dice but this, for once was better.
“Player Ezekiel has chosen a meeting.”
A meeting? I would get to meet the rest of them! Maybe Sunny would even be alive and everything would be a trick. I might get to see my sister. It may have been denial but it was something.