The Elite Game

Chapter 64. Exhausted.

The dimly lit corridor feels oppressive, the shadows casting an ominous pall over the scene. My mind races as I process Chris's startling revelation. His family was kidnapped and forced to work as weapons makers for the Elites - it's a discovery beyond my imagination.

My gaze narrows, my typically calm demeanour giving way to outrage. "This is... unbelievable," I murmur, my brow furrowed. "How could they do something like this?" I hissed, my hands tightening into fists at my sides. I snarl, my eyes burning furiously, "Why would they do something like this?!"

Chris's expression is grave, but his eyes reflect the same fire in mine. "That's how the world is Ande," he whispers, shrugging lazily, "there's a whole lot of cruelty in this world, evil, wicked humans, right until I left, I never saw my family, I heard the adults base on a different camp." He says sardonically.

"And you hope to find my father who could probably hold the secret of Division one?" I ask, confusion lacing my tone.

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