Emanuel was correct in his opinion of me. I was indeed a weakling. Even my whole attitude towards the game made it appear that I might not get to the very last round by myself.
"Is there no other way? Do we have to relent to kill just like the organisers? Why should we forsake our humanity for money like this?" I was asking questions that I knew would make it even harder for me to navigate the way to triumph in the game.
Emanuel shook his head to express his disapproval. Then, he took the pains of telling me for one last time, "Either you can be sorry for the dying players and give up on the hope of helping your sister, or you could win the prize money and provide the hospitalisation fees. The choice is yours to make. The only thing I can tell you is that your current mindset is bound
