From the balcony above — Him. The host. Alexander Carter. He looked like part of the interior, but his eyes... they glided over the guests as if he had already stripped them of everything - not just their clothes, but their self-control, their masks, their illusions.
With a thin smile, he raised a glass of wine.
– Welcome to the Games, dear hunters and prey.
– Tonight is not about love… – … but about who will deserve to receive it.
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