2 AM on the eighth day of the game.
QM Rita paced through the wooden house. She had arrived too late—her target had already left, and any traces had been cleaned up. She casually swiped her knife through the air, but nothing happened. The marks she had left on SS Rita through her dreams had also been erased.
She opened the chat group for the Divine Game apostles.
[Rita]: "In 4 hours, in the Demon Game, help me kill SS Rita. Afterward, I'll make a promise to you in exchange."
[Cicada]: "Speak to me politely from now on."
[Rita]: "No, pick something else."
[Cicada]: "Get lost!"
[SmokeTune]: "Give me SS SmokeTune."
[Rita]: "Sure."
[Frenzied Shark]: "You actually ask for help?"
[Rita]: "It's a trade, not a request. Whether you come or not is up to you."
[Cicada]: "What's going on?"
