Blond John was punched in shock and fell onto the bench. No one in the room mourned for him, they let John get punched, because he deserved it.

Markie punched only one, although not enough to relieve the anger of all the rest, he did not want to lose another person. Many people died today. Markie watched as John scrambled to his feet with his broken nose, blood splattered on his faking face.

Markie straightened his clothes and stepped out into the middle of the cathedral, raising his voice slightly:

"There are six people left anyway, let's reintroduce each other and try to support each other through the beginner round."

Everyone surrounded Markie, except for the blond John, who needed no introduction. Theo and Markie didn't need to be introduced again, they just nodded to the other three.

“I am Bob. I ran behind John… watched him grab the poor player and run ahead.” The young man bit his lip, hatred in his eyes.

Theo seemed to be able to see every single sin of the players in the