"Legion wins. Two more wins remaining." The announcer's voice came out strained, his tone betraying his shock.
The crowd had grown mechanical.
They no longer erupted in cheers and shouts as before. Instead they maintained an eerie stillness, every gaze fixed on the stage below.
Avery's eyes were wide. In less than an hour, Legion had reached the same kill streak as her?
How? Shock carved through her chest.
If it wasn't for the fact that she was witnessing it all with her very own eyes, she would have thought they were acting, just trying to make money from it all.
But the deaths were real.
Eight people had really died in a row.
Her fingers clenched slightly, eagerness and excitement burning in her eyes.
…
Cecilia's mouth hung open, lips parted, mirroring the surprise she felt deep within her heart.
Her hand had long since paused over her phone, her movements mechanical.
