The murderer

"Is everything okay sir?" Asked one of the men sitting next to Henri. The boy had lost one shade of pink and hadn't uttered a word for the whole round. There was only four men left in the boxes and they were waiting for last round, a battle royal between four Titans as per usual.

The Traitors as much as the Farmers hadn't fared much, smaller gangs instead lasted much more and managed to reach up to the semifinal match. Despite the lack of fighter originally belonging to their camp, the whole public was united to cheer their peers.

Henri's senses had been stimulated by the fear of the unknown, the significant step he had taken into the mysterious camp entangled his thoughts. Just like Tom, he was an impressionable young boy, but the many horrors he had yet to experience hadn't strengthened his guts as strongly as Tom's. He felt strange, powerless for an instant. The combat genius was still sitting nearby and he was well-accompanied by the two colonels.