Two-Side of a coim

Coin

It was finally over, and after long hours of debate about what had happened, everything became clear. That didn't mean everything the group had to process was easy; Wolfgang was treacherously killed when he was just beginning to lead the group, all because of the cold and misunderstood Eva, isolated from the group, resulting in falling straight into Tozu's hands, and the benefits of being a traitor. Selfish stupidity? Of course, no one is a cute firefly free from sinning in this killing game.

Damon Maitsu was tired, even if he didn't show it. He was the last to enter and the last to leave the elevator to go to their respective rooms. No one said a word when entering the rooms, and it was not even a good night. It would only be a lie. Now more than ever, no one wants to sleep alone. Eva is the spark that lit the flame in this game, and Tozu can put in the motive he likes someone sooner or later will break to escape.

It's pure survival from now on; Damon had to survive.

For him, for his parents.

He never processed when he had entered Kai's room; the influencer was already lying on the bed to end the horrible day, and he couldn't blame him. Damon had to give him credit; Kai was more helpful than he expected in the trial. Maybe he was not as idiotic as the first impression made him think, but that didn't detract from how unbearable he was. At least no one was there to bother or fight now; they just slept until hunger forced them to get up sometime in the morning.

Before Damon started putting the pillow barrier between Kai and him to mark the border on the bed (as a precaution), someone knocked on the room door. Thinking it was his imagination; he ignored it before they knocked again a few seconds later.

"Who can bother after everything that happened?" Damon thought annoyed.

Kai shared his opinion by covering his head with a pillow, but they kept knocking. Whoever this person was wasn't going to leave.

"Damon, it's your turn to go," Kai said in a low tone, quite tired.

"Why me?" Damon replied, annoyed.

"Because I don't want anyone to see me like this, and with your antisocial presence alone, you will be able to scare away whoever is bothering us. Really can't wait for tomorrow. I just saw someone die less than an hour ago."

As much as Kai was in that state, Damon didn't want to talk to someone else now.

"If you don't, I'll send you to sleep on the couch. I'm so paranoid that I can re-implement the separation from room to half."

"I got it, I got it."

All for not sleeping on the couch tonight.

When Damon opened the door a little to see who the undesirable one who bothered him after everything that happened was, it was the last person he wanted to see. Diana Venicia.

Common sense would tell anyone Diana would have to be in the corner of her room crying for almost being killed by a drugged Wolfgang, adding that she was accused by the group of being in the room because of Eva's plan derived from some resentment; it must have been something traumatic. But no, apparently, that generated something opposite.

And here she is, looking at him with an expression of sadness and discomfort. "Hi, Damon."

"Diana, this is the worst time to come and bother. If you want to talk to Kai, wait until tomorrow. Nights."

Damon intended to close the door, but Diana's foot prevented him.

"I'm so sorry; I know that after everything that happened, it's the worst moment, but I don't want to talk to Kai. I want to talk to you."