She quickly removed her shirt and wrapped it around his neck, preventing his blood from staining her lovely front porch. She was a neat freak who was obsessed with details like stains, particularly blood. She was very familiar with blood. She was once regarded as an expert in that field. Always being especially careful not to spill any blood on the floor so that she wouldn't have to clean it up later. It always made the job easier.She locked her gaze on him, turning his head as he choked on his own blood. Her gaze was drawn to the locations of his large blood vessels. She was double-checking that she had severed the carotid arteries and external jugular veins. Because the carotid was a high-pressure vessel that supplied blood to the brain, there was a rapid loss of blood flow to the brain. She had completely severed it, allowing her to kill him quickly and with less pain. She knew he did not deserve her mercy, but she did not have time for a painful, slow death. Time could not allow

With a rolling eyes emoji, Acer quickly forwarded her findings to the top boss. Throughout the game, she had repeatedly warned him about Texas, and now he was reaping the benefits of his arrogance. She sent him another message, this time asking him to activate her chip. They needed to get rid of her as soon as possible. It was easier to justify her abrupt exit from the game than it was to watch her take over the show.She was confident that the majority of the pledgers would understand, and only a few members of her team would object, but the organization had been kind enough to keep her alive even though she wasn't playing the game. So she intended to use it against them.Her boss looked at the messages, puzzled. He'd been pressing Texas' chip activator unconsciously for an hour. He had recognized what she was carrying the moment she walked out of the trap door. He didn't need to look into it; he had one similar to hers, though he only used it when he was on vacation and haunting.He

The five players took off running as if their lives depended on it. They caught sight of each other as they ran. They couldn't see each other earlier due to the obvious tall grass and their sneaking-in tactic. There was no time for introductions or getting riled up when there was a crazy maniac at the house firing a gun like a lunatic.Their gut instinct told them to escape. They had no idea where they were going, but all they cared about was getting as far away as they could away from the house. It became apparent to them, that the woman was the one holding the gun.Michigan was literally in a panic and wasn't noticing where she was running to. She kept running deeper and deeper into the piercing and ripping grass. She began regretting wearing a sleeveless shirt, but she had no choice because it was extremely hot in Texas. She was about to join a small footpath when her leg collided with something and she fell with a bang, landing on her head first losing consciousness. Washington a

While the organization was trying to figure out how to get to her safe room without being detected by the thermal cameras, Texas was cleaning up the blood that had splattered all over the floor despite her efforts to cover it in plastic. Her kills were too unpredictable, resulting in her kills being too messy. All her efforts with the plastic went in vain.She'd just put the two more bodies in her pantry, making a total of three men: Maine, Arkansas, and Kentucky. She was out of room to store the bodies. She needed to figure out how to dispose of them.She doubted the organization would gladly relieve her of the burden. The bodies being in her house was her weakness that they could capitalize on if they were not obsessed with the useless games. Then again, she couldn't risk leaving them outside to scare away the other players. She killed them unless the organization had done it. Anyone discovering the bodies other than her fellow players would mean a murder case for her.Even though s

Acer was running mad. She kept pacing the room while attempting to get hold of her boss. Everything was not going to plan and the boss was not making things easy for them. She had tried to talk to the organizers but they were too blindfolded and had no idea what was going on.She felt the leader had crossed the line even though he had the authority to do whatever he wanted, but it was insulting to the staff to cut them off during crucial moments or disastrous moments that were hindering the progress of the game. Soon the pledgers were going to find out the feeds were tempered with. It was only a matter of time.Her phone rang, and it was the organizers giving her an update."We just spoke to him.""And what? What do you mean?" she urged anxiously."He cut us off because he was doing some clean-up," the man explained. Acer was perplexed. Her mistrust of her boss's collaboration with Texas grew stronger. Something wasn't quite right. She was surprised that the organizers had missed it