Chapter 116. The Chip.

I trudge back to the dorms, my body aching with exhaustion.

The horrors of the flag game replay endlessly in my mind, searing my eyelids every time I blink.

I feel like liquid, my limbs heavy and unresponsive as I fumble with the door to my room.

When I finally reach my room, I practically collapse through the doorway, stumbling towards the bed. I don't even have the energy to remove my bloodied clothes before I sink into the mattress.

The fabric clings to my skin, a constant, nauseating reminder of the deaths in the game.

Before I can process another thought, darkness overtakes me, and I slip into a dreamless sleep.

When I finally stir awake, my mind is muddled, struggling to make sense of my surroundings.

I sit up with a grimace, disgusted by the dried flecks of blood dotting my skin. The stench of iron and sweat clings to me, making my stomach churn.

"Ugh, I need to get cleaned up," I mutter, peeling off the ruined clothes and tossing them into the garbage.

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