The next day, Drake woke up with casts wrapped around his left leg, arms, and a brace on his neck. Although he appeared uncomfortable, Drake paid little attention to his current situation, knowing he could heal himself later. Also, his fury overshadowed the pain of his injuries."Killing him once won't be enough. He tried to kill me twice; I should pay back twice," he said, anger etched on his face despite his immobile state."But what should I do, confront him now or stick with the original plan?" he wondered.With the tribute system, he was confident he could kill Zack with ease, but the question of whether killing him at once would satisfy him gnawed at him.Unlike those who tormented him emotionally, Zack went directly at harming him and those around him without mercy. He wanted to know what kind of revenge he could exact to see the despair and fear in Zack's eyes."Does that psycho have fear?" he mused. "I badly want to scare him to death," he seethed, clenching his fist, which b

Eleanor squinted her eyes, crossed her arms, and wondered why she was having a conversation with someone she barely knew."Are you a child?" she grunted."No. But you'll feel better if we do, right?" Zack grinned."I'll feel better?" she repeated."Yes. Don't be like your brother," he said."What about my brother?""He's weak. He simply leaves those who berate him without fighting back. I can feel that you're a bit different. I know you feel like grabbing their hair or smashing their faces every time they look down on you," Zack reasoned.Eleanor sort of agreed with what Zack said. She really did feel like pulling the hair of the staff who were too unapproachable and condescending to her today, but even if she wanted to, she couldn't do that. She didn't want to cause any trouble for her brother."Forget it," she said. "But if you're saying that to comfort me, then thanks.""Nah. I am not comforting you, though," he said."Then stop bothering me."Eleanor walked away, but Zack kept fol

Lucille finally snapped out of her reverie, her face now flushed red."What the hell are you doing?" she yelled, her annoyance growing as she saw Drake's wide smile. "Pervert!" With frustration, she slapped Drake's arm, causing him to groan in pain."Ack! Why did you hit me?" he groaned."Ah! I'm sorry!" she stammered, flustered by her own actions. Lucille hastily left the room, running away until she found herself sitting on the stairs, burying her face in her knees.Biting her lower lip, her heart continued to pound rapidly as she exclaimed, "What the hell was that? Are we really in a relationship now? Is this really how it started?" She wondered aloud, still reeling from the unexpected kiss.However, her thoughts were interrupted when her eyes met Marianne, who was climbing up the stairs."What are you doing?" Marianne asked, looking at Lucille with a bemused expression, wondering why she was sitting alone on the stairs, hugging herself."Why are you here?" Lucille snapped."Why ca

"Is this the right time for me to drink a health potion?" Drake contemplated inwardly, his eyes fixated on the device that Zack had attached to Zemo's wheelchair. He gestured for Zemo to turn around for a moment, leaving Zemo puzzled but compliant.Drake retrieved three health potions, just enough to regain strength in his arms and upper body so he could sit up on his own. "What are you going to do anyway?" Drake asked, prompting Zemo to face him again."You—" Zemo began, almost commenting on Drake suddenly sitting up, but he covered his mouth, quickly composing himself. "I don't actually have a plan. What else can I do when I can't walk?" he said, feigning helplessness.Drake grinned, aware that Zemo could walk just fine. He faked a sigh and added, "I'm lost too. I can't sit up on my own either."Zemo also grinned, impressed by how their spoken words contrasted with their actions. Despite their admirable efforts, they couldn't change the fact that they were currently stuck, unable to

Eleanor found herself in a state of panic, unsure of what steps to take with both Zack and Lucille unconscious in the hospital bed. She hesitated, grappling with the fear of potential consequences if she were to call for help after knocking Zack unconscious."Would they arrest me or charge me because I knocked someone down?" She weighed her options, contemplating the repercussions. Her gaze shifted to the back of Zack's head, widening as she noticed a few drops of red liquid seeping through."I can't let Drake know about this!" Eleanor exclaimed, feeling the weight of her actions. In a flurry of panicked decisions, she attempted to move Zack, inadvertently causing him to fall hard onto the tiled floor."Oh no!" She gasped in shock, realizing she had caused further injury to him. Despite her distress, she was resolute in her decision not to call for help, fearing the repercussions it might have on her image and relationships.Eleanor, perceived as gentle and delicate by those around he