With Strong Woman's demise, I halted the monster's assault. The remaining four prisoners were visibly relieved to have escaped the clutches of death.
"Now that there are four of you remaining, it's time to proceed to the final stage," I declared, moving on with my city's defense.
"Hey! Give it to us straight. What are our odds of not making it through the next stage?" Hot Hands demanded, frustration evident in his tone.
I replied candidly, "I'm anticipating that half of you will survive. The most optimistic outcome would be for all three of you to make it."
As we descended the stairs to the third room, I contemplated whether to share my thoughts on who might survive this stage. Succumbing to a hint of sadism, I decided to voice my assessment.
"Among the four of you, that slime over there seems to have the best chance of making it through," I remarked, adding an extra layer of tension to their predicament.