Atticus’s eyes brightened as he quickly pulled out his phone.

“Then let’s call the police to come help us.

Hannah looked at him with pity.

“You’ve been on the island for days before us.

Haven’t you tried to contact the outside world?”

As Atticus dialed, he replied, “I was terrified yesterday.

I didn’t think to call the police.

Why can’t I get through?”

After several failed attempts, Atticus’s expression darkened.

“There are signal blockers here.

We’ve tested it.

We can communicate among ourselves on the island, but getting a message out or calling for help is impossible.

Bang!

The phone slipped from Atticus’s hand and fell on the floor as he looked up in shock.

“So… we’re just going to wait for our death here?”

Hannah replied, “It’s not exactly waiting for death.

signed the agreement means he

he’s cold-blooded and indifferent, treating

who has

shook his

he were truly mentally ill,

seemed like a normal

“He’s not intellectually impaired.

mental

perfectly normal on the surface, maybe

Atticus heard Hannah’s

just going to be played

Hannah offered ‘kind’ comfort, “I

you haven’t signed the agreement, if he decides to kill you, it’ll likely be

signs of suspicion, you’re guaranteed to die

us, don’t blame me for not

Atticus gulped loudly.

at Hannah with eyes

could she say such chilling words so matter-of-factly? Was she starting to seem more like the one with a

if you die, we could technically fulfill your

the hell were

in frustration, seething with anger

aside this discussion for

we focus on devising

signals are blocked, and the boat is out of commission,” Hannah explained with an even

to participate in

figure out a way to win that game if

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