Chapter 1396

Eleanor never bothered to meet with Cameron, the man who was supposed to be her father. In her eyes, he never earned that title, nor deserved her time. Yet through the surveillance feed, she witnessed the moment Cameron reunited with Sophie at the lower district.

Cameron was surprisingly affectionate with Sophie, rushing over to embrace her the moment he laid eyes on her, comforting her with the promise that as long as he was there, everything would be alright.

It wasn’t that Cameron completely lacked the image of a father; he just never showed that side to Emilia or Eleanor. It seemed that in his heart, Sophie was his only child.

After coming to terms with this revelation, Eleanor had her closure. Some people were just dealt a rough hand in life, deprived of paternal love-an unfortunate but not uncommon fate.

The game in the lower district was about to start, and mysteriously, the pair breezed through the levels without so much as a scratch. They embraced tearfully after each victory, acting as if their lives were sacred, while Eleanor’s was expendable.

The more Eleanor watched, the more uncomfortable she felt. Just as she was about to turn away, Sophie’s scream pierced through the monitor. “How could this happen? How could I choose wrong? It’s not possible!”

They were at the seventh stage of District A’s game, where a wrong choice meant falling into a pit of snakes. Instead of a trapdoor beneath their feet, this game featured a “Grim Door” that opened to seal one’s fate.

glanced up at the camera with a look of betrayal and managed to utter, “Why?” before a robotic arm lunged

she dashed towards Cameron, pleading, “Dad, please, you have to

fearfully stepping back as Sophie approached,

I’m your daughter, the one you’ve cherished all my life. Why

one who went back to save you

lives. “Let’s just scare them a bit more, then throw them back into the sea. Let’s not play this cruel game anymore.”

game would pause, the

instantly, reaching out towards the running Cameron and

Cameron’s grip and, mustering

menace.

the

managing to find the words,

he thought of Eleanor’s gentle face. He mouthed a

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