elyn was escorted out of the room to the clinic. Mr. Blackwood left them

" Professor Samuel said, agreeing with Lucky.The door opened, and Mr. Blackwood entered, bringing the conversation to a halt. He stared at them while wearing his signature smile as though he was hiding something that only he knew. "Dr Evelyn, would be fine. We have one of the best health care workers in our clinic. She'll be back in no time." Mr Blackwood announced. The feeling that Victor had while he was entering the hotel suddenly rushed back to him. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up. He felt a chill in the air, and his heart started to race. There was s

n, the drug took hold, and, he was slowly slipping into unconsciousness. The Silent Enigmas caught him just as he swayed and stifled a yawn. "Please take Mr Victor to his room. He has had a long day." Mr Blackwood ordered the Silent Enigmas who helped Victor out of the room just as he finally fell deep into unconsciousness. "Whoa." Izzy managed to mutter. She felt frozen in place and was unable to act as the event unfolded before her. She didn't understand how Victor could suddenly go from being active to suddenly being so weak. It was weird and strange. "Apologies for what just happened. I hope you're having a great time. If you need anything, please let me know." Mr Blackwood bowed slightly and left the lounge. "That was weird." Liv commented. The rest of the guests nodded in agreement. The atmosphere in t

wn something screamed at him that it wasn't. "Yeah, yeah. I'm good, I w

Evelyn explained. "You must have had a severe bump in the head then." Lucky said laughing but quickly stopped when everyone was staring at him. Mr Blackwood entered, this time wearing a blue suit and white tie. His smile still plastered on his face as though he was born with the smile.

fered to be the first person." "I thought he wanted to leave yesterday?" Liv highlighted. "He changed his mind." Mr Blackwoo

iece of paper he needed. His fingers brushed against the other papers, shuffling them around as he felt for the one that felt right. Finally, aft

m stands an eerie, life-sized chess set. Victor stood on the other side of the chess board, on the box where the King chess piece was supposed to be. Instructions on the wall read, "Play your way out or become a pawn in this deadly game." They both soon realize that they mus

must outwit the chessboard, av

the kings of your respective sectors. Professor Samuel represents the King of the White Piece, and Mr V

o the box to prevent him from going away. "Hey!" Professor Samuel exclaimed, seeing that he was unable to leave the box. "Goodluck." Mr Blackwood gave them a sly smile and left the room. "Do you understand what's happening now?" Victor asked, his eyes red from trying to fight back tears after having figured out the ruthless nature of what he had walked into. "What are you saying? It's

progressed. Each move was carefully considered, and the chess pieces respond

e as the battle of wits and stra

anoeuvre, putting Samuel in a precarious position. Victor called out, "Checkmate!" His rook descended upon Samuel. As Victor's rook descended upon Samuel, there was a

r. Victor has won, can I leave

ng over him. His insides were twisted in k

ars pooling down his face as he

of Samuel. The sound of flesh tearing apart rang out as the blade punctured his heart, and his guts spilled out. The room was filled with a cacophony of mechanical whirs and grinding, a grotesque symphony of destruction. Blood oozed from the body staining the once-pristine white square with a dark and haunting reminder of his gory demise. Professor Samuel 's scholarly countenance twisted

red, and victory came at