บท 111: CHAPTER 111: Varying Grades of BAD

His heart rate was off the charts. It got to a point that Dosan even found it unable to breathe, as he began to consciously tell himself to take deep breaths in before taking bigger breaths out.

"I can't," he screamed to himself in his mind, turning to the side to see Makin with blank eyes as he stared into space, not brave enough to even think of passing his knife to Dosan as a dare after the mental scar he just had,

"Hey! You're thinking too much. Don't think. Just do it," Wein advised seeing how much Dosan needed it, especially when it looked like he was about to chicken out any time soon and simply run away from it all.

Wein though knew that none of them could do that and leave with their lives, especially the moment they entered their midst and into the circle. He wasn't a complete psychopath but he loved his life enough to know that it was a "Kill or be killed situation". Nothing more.