"Love is a strange emotion-it strikes when you least expect it."
-Moonwriting
Sebastian King
They call me the Lucifer of the Mafia. The God of Death.
The man who bends Europe to his will with a snap of his fingers.
And yet-none of that power could h...
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Erika
After eating our dinner, we returned to our assigned room. Ry was blabbering nonstop, but I was preoccupied with other thoughts, so I didn’t pay much attention to her.
Still, I caught some of her rambling—she was obsessed with that man, ‘Alexis,’ like a fangirl, which made me roll my eyes.
Lying on my bed, I stared at the side wall as many thoughts raced through my mind. One stood out: this was a good shelter with food. So, I decided to stay here for a few weeks and continue exploring until I found a reliable resource.
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Time flew by. It had been two weeks since I entered this training facility, and I learned much more about this place than I had originally thought.
We were definitely on an island, with no way to escape unless you had a boat or someone’s help. Yes, I could sneak onto a boat with food and other essentials, but it seemed they had already stocked up for the entire season.
Some bodyguards and team members could freely enter and exit the island, but sneaking onto their boats or ships was nearly impossible. If anyone raised suspicion, they’d kill you immediately.
That was why I tried to fail every exam, hoping to be eliminated from the competition. However, I still didn’t understand how I passed every one.
We were evaluated across various categories—combat, speed, academics—but I didn’t impress anyone. I was badly beaten in combat and accepted defeat quickly. I finished last in every race. Academically, I left my papers blank—but still, I was not eliminated.
Ry’s story was quite different. She decided to leave the contest, saying, “It’s not worth it.” Her obsession with that man vanished the moment she took a punch to the face in the boxing ring.
On the third day, I waved goodbye to her. Many contestants left after that—some eliminated due to poor results, others quitting at their own discretion.
I also applied to quit with Ry, but received no response, while her application was approved within three hours.
Something about it all seemed off. So, I decided to try my luck and run away tonight. The more I thought about it, the more excited I became.
I was just waiting for dinner, and once the lights went out, I would make my move.
Alone in my room, I pondered every option. Hurriedly, I got out of bed and began stuffing a small bag with items I would need in the coming days. I planned to sneak onto a staff boat and avoid getting caught.
The alarm rang, and I dashed toward the dining hall. Everything was going well today, but my heartbeat raced because of overthinking.
I took a few deep breaths to calm myself before entering. I filled my plate, ate quietly, then returned to my room.
