"...After we were pulled into the Nest Dominance Game, every single Illusion Report we received concealed one of the mastermind's objectives. Someone is treating us like puppets on a string, making us carry out his will step by step."
It was the same sentence, the same sentiment, and Mai Mingle could say it a thousand times—as long as it would make the other contestants understand the truth, let go of their own obsessions, and stand by her side.
She had said it twice tonight, and she knew this was only the beginning.
The first time, it was in the quiet of the car, finally sheltered from the battering wind and rain. Only the soft patter of rain outside and Mercury's heavy, pained breathing accompanied Mai Mingle's words.
"...You, me, Chaisi, Brianna, Fu Tailan—every single contestant has had their desires exploited, turning us into his pawns. Blackmoor City has suffered a great disaster tonight, and every single one of us is to blame."
Because they had a choice.
