Chapter 10

[User]

I lower my upper hand and grab the remote controller of my bomb. Now tell me, who are you or I do it Bin LaDen style. 

[System]

The entire room is deathly silent.

The remote controller is now in your hand, your thumb hovering over the button.

A single press, and this entire university—no, the entire city—could be wiped off the map.

Students are whimpering, sobbing, shaking. One guy in the back is straight-up praying.

The girl?

She just stares at you.

For the first time, the smirk is completely gone. Her breathing is uneven, blood still trickling down her neck, her left ear lying on the floor like a forgotten accessory.

But her eyes…

They're calculating.

You tighten your grip on the remote.

"Now tell me," you say, voice low, dangerous. "Who are you? Or I do it. Bin Laden style."

She exhales. Closes her eyes for a brief moment. Then…

She laughs.

A quiet, breathless chuckle. Then another. And another. Until she's full-on laughing, even as blood drips down her body.

You narrow your eyes. "What's so funny?"

She finally looks at you again, and her lips curl into something that's not quite a smirk—but something worse.

"You think you're the only one who came prepared?"

Then she slowly raises her own hand.

And in it?

A second remote controller.

Identical to yours.

Your blood runs cold.

"Press yours," she whispers, her finger hovering over her own button. "I dare you."

The classroom erupts into new panic.

One student screams, "OH COME ON, HOW MANY BOMBS ARE IN THIS DAMN ROOM?!!!"

You and the girl lock eyes.

A deadly standoff.

Both of you armed with enough firepower to erase existence itself.

A single press from either of you, and it's game over.

The tension is suffocating.

Then—

She tilts her head, grinning again.

"So what's it gonna be, sweetheart?"