[like most of the other veterans, Freddie has become solidly convinced they're all five minutes from a host appearing and introducing them to a brand new round of murdergames, so she's just walking around and taking inventory, mentally sizing up this go-around's competition...]
... Evie? [no. this couldn't be. these games hadn't touched her world outside of herself, not yet. this was. not the best sign.]
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... Evie? [no. this couldn't be. these games hadn't touched her world outside of herself, not yet. this was. not the best sign.]