Tomorrow, a new chapter in his life would open, but God closed the cover of the book. When he opened his eyes on the First Floor of Hell, he had to face off a whole new reality. All the rules were being rewritten, and he had to pick up the pen if he wanted to get out of here. He had to find those like him and play the role of leadership he had escaped all his life.
As we progressed, our eyes were on the screen where the contestants' scores were reflected. The ranking, which changed after each fight, told us how high the bar was.
"Each hit must be ten points; did he only hit twenty times for two minutes now?"
Again, Sukrucuk did not leave the bookkeeping business to anyone. We already learned what she was doing before the name of the girl who came out of the wired area flashed in the middle of the screen.
"How many points do you score, bro?"
With two minutes of competition and one minute of preparation at a time, only ten people could advance to half an hour, and it seemed that much more time would pass in line. It was more fun to provoke rivalries that had already begun than to sit idly by. After all, it was a game; death was not at the end.
"Nephew, I didn't know what to say now!"