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.

we signed the agreement means he isn’t planning

sees this as a twisted game, which shows he’s cold-blooded and indifferent, treating human life as

someone who

his head

No! If he were truly mentally ill, I’d be able

seemed like

“He’s not intellectually impaired.

he has a mental disorder

seem perfectly normal on the

heard Hannah’s explanation, his

we’re just going to be

offered ‘kind’

you haven’t signed the agreement, if he decides to kill

you show any signs of suspicion, you’re guaranteed to

before us, don’t blame me for not escaping

Atticus gulped loudly.

Hannah with eyes full of fear, trembling

so matter-of-factly? Was she starting

had been silent, spoke up, “Of course, if you die, we could technically fulfill your condition by taking your corpse

the hell were these people? Atticus

seething with anger internally, yet he masked it with

aside this discussion for

focus on devising an

signals are blocked, and the boat is out

to participate in tomorrow’s

must figure out a way to win that game if

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