As the crew sat together in silence, Finch found himself drifting deep into thought. Over the past few days, he had repeatedly reflected on his time within the Wargrave estate. He had hoped, at the very least, that his Good Luck ability would activate even once, allowing him to encounter a Wargrave or something remotely significant.
But none of that had happened. For the first time in a long while, Finch felt as though his Good Luck had failed him, an odd and unsettling sensation he had never imagined he would experience.
'If only I could manually activate and deactivate it,' he mused to himself, already imagining something as absurd yet desirable as a Moon falling for him.
