“This is the finals of the Last Rites Tournament…” the announcer
shouted as I tried desperately to hide the fact my left arm was broken. The
woman in front of me was doing the same with her broken collarbone.
The sound of thousands of people silently watching intently
was still off-putting, no matter how many kills I scored.
Still, I knew this was my only shot at freedom, so I met her
eyes, intending to look fierce. But all I saw was a reflection of my own look.
So when the buzzer hit, we made a run for it together.
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