Eventually Sacha narrowed her hand down to two cards. Her confidence returned.
"Looks like I'm finally catching up."
Stan said nothing.
She played another card. "One more."
Her hand dropped to a single card.
Sacha immediately pointed toward herself. "Uno!"
Stan smiled. "Good."
Sacha leaned back with a satisfied expression. "Looks like you're finally going to lose."
Stan looked at her remaining card. He already knew what it was.
'Yellow seven.' He glanced at his own cards. 'Perfect.'
He placed a Wild card onto the pile. "Yellow."
Sacha's expression changed. "Wait…"
Stan calmly followed with another card.
Sacha stared at him. "You planned that?"
"Maybe."
She drew. Then another turn passed.
Stan continued controlling the colors, forcing her to draw whenever she couldn't match the current card.
Camilla watched every move with increasing concentration.
