The Elite Game

Chapter 107. Strategy Lessons.

I freeze, my heart pounding in my chest. "Who's there?" I murmur, my voice barely above a breath.

The whisper grows more vigorous, more insistent. "Ande, you must listen. The coordinates... you must find them."

I glance over my shoulder, but the guards remain oblivious, their attention focused elsewhere. Turning back to the mirror, I stare into my own eyes, searching for the source of the voice.

"The coordinates?" I whisper, my brow furrowed. "What do they mean?"

"They are your way out, Ande," the voice responds, its tone urgent. "You must find it! Before it's too late!."

I hesitate, my mind racing. Could this be the same voice, the same man from my dream? The one who spoke of freedom, of a chance to break free from the school's control?

Without hesitation, I reached out and clenched my fist against the mirror, the glass shattering into a thousand glittering shards. The students outside immediately spring into action, pounding on the door and shouting for me to open up.

"Ande!" one of