They ended up playing another five rounds, and the results were surprisingly balanced.
Zack claimed one round with a triumphant flourish that was perhaps a bit too enthusiastic for someone who had only won a single match. Zoey secured two victories with a quiet determination that suggested she had been paying closer attention than anyone realized.
Stan managed to take one round for himself, a modest achievement that he accepted with his characteristic understated nod. And then there was Camilla, who won the remaining round without uttering a single word, her victory so effortless and uncelebrated that it seemed almost to have happened in a separate, quieter dimension of the game.
When Zack leaned back in his chair, the gesture carried the weight of a man who had just witnessed something profoundly unsettling. His eyes narrowed slightly as he studied Camilla, who sat across from him with the same serene composure she had maintained throughout the entire session.
