I pierce the top of the bottle and let the syringe siphons the poison from it. I will die like Armand and that’s okay. Losing one sense at a time painlessly is not a bad way to die in this Game. Once full, I glance at the vein on my arm. Even without hitting it, it’s visible, as if it’s just waiting to be full of the poison.
I close my eyes. I am about to inject it into me when a hand stops my arm.
“What is this? Where did you get this!!”
It’s Sherwin! What is he doing here? It’s too early! There’s already blood on his shirt but I’m sure he hasn’t reached his quota for today!
“Are you planning to use this against me?!”
Cold sweat trickles down my back. “No! I would never do that! This is for me, to end my life!”
Sherwin tightens his arms on mine. “And why would you kill yourself?! D
