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.

agreement means he isn’t

he’s

think we’re dealing with someone who has serious mental issues, a real

shook his head

mentally ill, I’d be able to

like

“He’s not intellectually impaired.

more like he has a mental

seem perfectly normal on the

heard Hannah’s explanation, his

going to be played to

‘kind’ comfort,

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

signs of suspicion, you’re guaranteed to

die before us, don’t blame

Atticus gulped loudly.

eyes full

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

up, “Of course, if you die, we could technically fulfill your condition by taking your

the hell were

seething with anger internally, yet he masked it

this discussion

focus on devising an

are blocked, and the boat is out of commission,”

only choice is to participate in tomorrow’s

must figure out a way to win that

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