One cook offers me a cup of tea. “Here,” he says. “To take care of the nerves.”
I hold on to it desperately and sip a little at a time. Even when lunch comes and the chef offers me food, I didn’t take it. I don’t understand what’s happening to me. Why am I getting antsy? I never cared for anyone before. Is this because of the care she gave me? Am I being brainwashed by that kindness?
Maybe it is better if she dies. If she did, then I won’t get confused about what I am feeling now.
“Dear survivors, congratulations! May you continue to survive for a chance of a new life!” It is the broadcast that announces the end of the sixth challenge.
I stand up from the dining table and walk around it. The kitchen staff looks at me as if I am crazier than usual. It’s getting dark now and their team
