If tonight was the last night of her life, then Mai Mingle had less than nineteen hours left.
Her eighty-six years of life had seemed to pass faster and faster, finally culminating in a flash flood that crashed into this very night. It tore through the present moment and continued to surge onward, carrying away what little time she had left.
So, as the three of them left the parking lot one by one, Mai Mingle had thought it over carefully.
Nineteen hours. For a young person, it was just another day that passed with work, scrolling on their phone, and eating... but for her, it was the biggest gamble of her life.
Was she really going to wager her final moments, betting that she could get the ??? Illusion from the host?
She thought she had already guessed what the ??? was, but she had no idea if she was actually right.
If she guessed right, how would she get it? And how did Damian get his hands on it?
