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

twisted game, which shows he’s cold-blooded and

we’re dealing with someone who has serious mental

shook his

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

like a

“He’s not intellectually impaired.

a mental disorder

on the

heard Hannah’s explanation, his

going to be played

his fear, Hannah offered ‘kind’ comfort, “I

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

of suspicion, you’re guaranteed to

you die before us, don’t blame me for not escaping the island with

Atticus gulped loudly.

looked at Hannah with eyes full of

chilling words so matter-of-factly? Was she starting to seem more like the

you die, we could technically

hell were these people?

in frustration, seething with anger internally, yet he masked it with

set aside this discussion

we focus on devising an escape

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

choice is to

must figure out a way to win that game if we’re going to secure our

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