Meanwhile,
Back to Leo.
After dealing with the blood and washing up, everyone finally gathered around the sofa near the table. Ophis had been laid in Leo's room, still unconscious.
Once refreshed, Leo stood before Raphael and her friend. They, too, had washed and settled themselves, but their faces were etched with serious expectation as they looked up at him.
"Now… tell me. What the hell is going on here?" Raphael asked with a serious face. Her friend leaned forward, eyes wide, nodding in agreement.
Leo drew in a long breath, his mind replaying the nightmare of the past days. Then, slowly, he began to recount everything that had happened—every trial, every horror, every secret from the hellish game he had been dragged into.
Raphael listened intently, her expressions shifting with every twist of his tale—shock, fear, awe—as though living each revelation for the very first time.
