After Party: the Unexpected Clue

"Is this part of your game?!" he glared at me. I couldn't believe he just asked me that. He is the one who is inside my property, yet I'm still the one to blame.

"I—"

"Welcome to your destination, players," a voice spoke from behind. Riccardo quickly grabbed my arm as he stand in front of me.

"Who are you?!" he asked, making sure that I was still behind him. His hands never left my arm, instead, he kept pushing me.

"Your nightmare!"

"Okay, nightmare," I tried to stand in front of him but Riccardo pulled me closer to him. "What do you want?"

"You're being protective over her," his head went to our arms. "I like that,"

"What do you want?!" he raised his voice, grip tightening on my arm.

"The game continues. Now you know who you are competing with," the voice sounds like a man's voice. But I couldn't figure out who it was.

"No, the game ends here!" he put his gun out pointing at the guy. This didn't have any effect on him. He kept laughing like he was told a joke.