While they waited, Hannah continued, “If I win the first round, he’ll be spared.

It doesn’t seem unreasonable, does it?”

The man finally responded, pressing a finger against his mask as he regarded Hannah with curiosity.

“So, you want to play the hero? I must remind you that many people come here with the same intention, but now’s not the time for heroics.

If he loses the bet and suffers consequences, it’s not on you.

In a lower, colder tone, the masked man added, “But if you’re determined to defend him, then his fate rests in your hands.

If you lose, you’ll be the one to end his life.

The masked man spoke at greater length, likely due to finding Hannah intriguing.

Following his remark, he smirked deviously.

“This request is within reason for me.

If you choose this, I’ll acquiesce.

Have you made up your mind?”

“Yes,” Hannah responded calmly, her smile faint.

“Regardless, he faces death.

offering him a

to be

point;

raised her foot and delivered a swift kick to Coen’s shin, prompting a

The kick made Coen scream

what do you think?” she

the sharp pain, Coen

die anyway and had

with her bet, there was at least

immediately shouted, “Yes!

her

well, let’s

turned

“He’s consented.

Does our bet stand?”

there are no objections, then

the cards hadn’t returned by the time their conversation

silent for a long

from his

the game hasn’t started, I have a

reclined comfortably and

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