Corey rolled his dice, aching to know what happens. Pamela was the opposite of him, she was dreading the thought of finding out. Her character was the dumbest anyone could have chosen.

"Kenneth is going to run to the grandmother's room with spider. Thank fuck!"

Corey knew if he was in that situation and he was challenged, he would be making the dumb decision. It was his greatest flaw, not knowing when to refuse a challenge. Some just weren't meant to be accepted. To hell of Corey ever accepted that.

"Since we've gotten this far, all of you need to roll and select a small bottle out of the drinks. Take sips every time your roll."

They nodded. Corey rolled again, landing on a one. He chose the small bottle with a black liquid in it. It had the number on the dice.

Pamela and Eleanora rolled as well, picking their drinks. Almost like fate, Pamela had gotten the blue drink Verosika poured for her earlier on.

"Let's go on.

Kenneth doesn't wait for anything to happen, he bolts out of the