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One coin
Sara hands start to shake as she hastily begins to take out the coins from her purse and begins to insert them into the machine.
Just get this over with and everything would be fine
Ten coins
She tries to calm herself by thinking of home, she's doing this for her home, just to live safely in it once more. Her friend is probably worried sick she's been trapped here for....
She's lost count of the days, far too long .
Twenty coins
The sound of every coin going into the machine in a rhythm would normally be somewhat soothing but every time the coins fall the pit in her stomach grows larger.
Thirty coins
Sara's arms are growing numb doing the same motion over and over again. She's lost track of how long she's been doing this. She doesn't feel tired, she doesn't feel anything.
Forty coins
She's almost done.
Sara thought she was a lot of things. A good friend, an excellent student, a decent person but She also thought that no matter what she'd try to help everyone and try to work together to find some hint on who kidnapped them and how to escape.
She starts to doubt everything she thought.
For now the only thing that she knows for sure know is that she is a horrible person
Fifty coins
Done
A familiar screen pops up showing eight photos of everyone who was currently alive.
|Select the person to trade with|
|You have selected GIN IBUSHI|
|Are you sure?|
|YES| |no|
A sickening sigh of relief leaves Sara as watched the image of the Sacrifice card leave her tablet to be quickly replaced by a photo of a Keymaster card. Sara is safe, she didn't have to die as sacrifice would live through the next Main game
But gin...
The sound of the coins still rang in her ears, her entire body was shaking and the large pit in her stomach felt like it would swallow her whole.
She promised herself she would do anything to win
Anything
That word makes her feel sick no matter how true they were.