The Elite Game

Chapter 10. The Box

I'm eager to know what it is and how it works, although I suspect it to be a punishment room, I doubt there's anyone who'd like to be sent there, but– that guy had a smile on his face despite being dragged off like a dog, that's not a normal reaction no matter how I look at it.

Something's fishy. I should probably check it out later.

“Woah- You made this Miguel?”

Hmm!

On my way out, I noticed a small crowd of boys and a few girls gathered around as they cheered with admiration.

“I guess that makes peeping in the girl's locker room an easy job,” one of the onlookers said.

“What kind of perv are you?” the girls scolded him.

Curious about the uproar, I joined them and discovered this Miguel person built a mini drone, or should I call it a spy cam?

“What about a clock, can you build that?” I asked.

Miguel paused and then shook his head.

That's odd. I'm certain someone like him would certainly have no problems with building a clock just to tell time, so what could the problem be?

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