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Tatum didn't know what else to type. Typing money would result in Jordan winning, assuming she typed murder. Tatum wanted her friend to win.
"J̵̨̧̠̊̌ó̵͈̜̯̻̈́͘͜ṛ̸̭̇̔̋͘͠d̴͔̈́̓̎̇́ą̴̛͈̗̭͆̋n̶͚̙̿͊̽͝ ̷̞̲̮͔͛̂̄͜t̴̲̝̱̊͆̀y̴͙̝̺̥͘p̴͔̉̽ȇ̸̻͇̻̓̔̕d̸̮̣̤͖̱̽͌ ̵̡͕̗̖̈́̈m̴̡̤̪̪͖̐̈́û̴͈̗̊̏̄͜ŗ̴̆̏̔̉d̵̡̛̜̻̅̉e̷͔̞͓̻͇̋r̸͎̀͊̊̈́͠.̸̡̛͉̞͓̘̽ ̵̻̹̳̤̤́T̶̨̆͌̏̚͠â̴̞͔͝͝ẗ̶̘̭̖̱́̋̉u̵̫͍̫̰̍̍m̵͖̘̲̮̮̓̂ ̸̡̛̱͈͙̃̇̏̚t̷͓̰̥̖̹̄͛̈́y̷͕̩̺͋̉͒̎͘ͅp̴̠̑͆͑̊͘ḙ̵̫̚d̸̨̲̣͉͍͋̄̌ ̵̡̨͉̙̓̊̅m̴̨̧̪̰̰̃͠ó̸̮̮͓͕̋͝n̸̨̨̰̹̪̿̾ȩ̵̰̦̽̊́͒͠y̶͇͎͎̅̓.̶̫͉̻̽͠1̴̢̠̠̜͘ ̶̤͌͝m̵͓͇̰̚i̴̺̫͋͠ĺ̸̝̺͍͕̍̓͌͜l̸̰̱̘̻͚͌̈́͐͌͐ỉ̶̠̟̟̋͐͝ỏ̸̡̙̞̯͗ñ̸̛̞͍̬̃͑͊ ̷̛̩ͅḑ̶̏͌͒͠o̵͍̓̀̅̚l̶̻̘̦̻͖̒̓̽͊̚l̷͇̹̺͇̰̆͌̈́a̶̰͓̎̎̎͑r̶̻͆̋͗̌̿s̴̝̙̼̈́̌̒̏ ̴̯͍̩̋̃̑a̵̫̔̎̀͆r̴̺̻̞̫͒̆̔ȩ̴̼͓̑̔̌̆̚ ̴̹̮͎͇̲͗́͌a̶̬̝̳͂̆̎̏͜d̵̳̠̤͚͕̈̐͝d̷͎͖̝̗͘è̷͖̖̙̗̀d̸͚̫̦͙́̓̉ ̵̭͛̔͜t̸̠̠͔͚̓͛͠ͅơ̷̡̩̘͛ ̷̩͓͓͚͙̓͒̎̇ţ̸̇͑́̈́̏ẖ̴̻͙̿̾ḛ̸̡͊̌ ̶͙̐͝ṕ̴̬̜͍̤r̸̙͈͌̅͘͜͜i̶̢̠͕̬͊̿͌̐̉z̴̝̺̆͛̊͝ͅe̸̠̺͈͈̪͋̉ ̸̟̞͖̻̈́̑̕ṃ̶̰̹̦̠̊̀o̴̮͋̿n̵̜̜͈̾̀̚ę̴̢̭̓̒ÿ̸̤͚̞̬́́.̵̣͔́̾ ̷̰̺̱͛͗̕͘J̵̨̨̞̼̄̚ọ̸̋͋̀r̷̝̃d̶̲͋ă̶̯͔̐n̷͔̻̽ ̸̲̺̰̓̓̆̏̎ẖ̶̠͍͚́͌̆͂͑͜ȁ̵̜̻͙s̸̛̙͎͖̰̍̀̓͗ ̴̜͋́̾͂͝ŵ̷̘̘͆͝ǫ̷̡̧̡͕̓̀͑͊̕ǹ̷̡̺̀ ̶̮̯͓͆͗͋̄͝T̸̰͋̈́h̴̝̒̔̿͐ȩ̵̖̰̮̍ ̶̧̗͉̱̟̉͒̿͆G̷̛̫̯̓͌́̈́a̴̩̗̫̓̆̈̍m̵̗̞̒̓̒͊ě̴͚̻͜.̵̣͐͛ ̷̡̺͉̲͍͌T̶̢̮̀a̴̦̤̥͂͒̌t̴̬̹̤̤̎̓̀͘ù̴̪m̸͚̈̃,̷͖̯̞̆͂ ̵̢̻͎͍́p̴͎̭̫̭̤͊̌̚͝l̸͚͕̯̈́̐̊̄ẽ̷̤̜͘a̷̬͓̠̓͘s̶̛͎̬͐͜͜e̴̢͛̈́̿ ̴͔̼̙̱̀̍͘͠r̶̹͈̮̦̪̿̀͗͘ë̷̲̫̗́̍ẗ̷̘̥̺͎̍͝u̵͉̻͓̥̣͘ŗ̵͖͙̤̓̀̈́̚ń̸̤̎̏̾̈́ ̸̜͗̾͌̂͐t̸̙̣̆ò̵̡̡͚̒͝ ̷̧̲͐͌͘ͅy̶̱̭͆̽͜o̶̖͎̳̽͑͗̎ư̵̝͎͉̯̾͐̈́͒ŕ̸͔̤̮͓̀ ̶̡̼̥̫̺̿d̷̾̔̀́̀ͅo̵̠̻̫͆ͅr̵̛͝ͅm̶͉̖̜̓͒͝.̷͔̍̈́ ̶͓̟̠̖̲̓͂̌̔͘J̵̯͔̜͈̃͆͜o̴̮̍̂r̷̲̳̤̒̊d̵̳͓̊̈ä̵̖̤͉́̍̕̕n̴̩̎͐,̸̦̟̱̝̙̑̊͠͝ ̷̨̲̃̍̅͌̓ͅş̷̯͍̻̐̈ͅẗ̶͙͍́a̷̻̿͠y̸̟͇͍͗̀̕ ̴̣̂̂͠h̵͉̾̒̊͜͝͝é̵̢̀̂͘r̴̪̣̮̭̻͋ȩ̵̼̤̭̄̎ ̴̢̺̇f̷̤̤̯̺͔̌̌̈͠o̶̧͖̣̦̺̔r̷̖͚̰̝̳͑̐͒͆ ̴̨̩̟̦̅̀̚͘f̸̨̼̝͛ͅŭ̵͎͇̠́̐̚r̸̦͒̌t̸̢̢̮̐̐ḧ̷̭́͑ḝ̷͈̹̘͖̍͑r̵̳̭͙̅͊̚ ̵̻̻̟̈́̎i̴̢̼̹͎͙͌͛n̵̲̺̼̮͗s̵͍̤̻͈͙̑́͛ṱ̶̭̊̅͐̅͜r̶̤̽̈́́̏̕ủ̵̧̠̼͓͕̑͑̿͛c̸̯̕t̴̗̩̪̀̑̈́̒͜í̷̅͜o̵̼̗͎͂̂̄̀n̷̡̪͚̏͌̾̓͠s̷̛̤̺̾͒̓̚.̵̡̣͎̗̖͗̃̄͝"
Tatum didn't move, she looked at Jordan. "10 million dollars. That's pretty cool. Good luck with everything, Jordan. Maybe get that pasta purse we've freaked out about." Jordan just smiled. Tatum didn't need to say anything else. She exited the gym. She didn't walk fast, but she didn't walk slow either. Her mind was plagued with worry. What would happen to her once she went into her dorm?
She opened her door, expecting an explosion or a flurry of bullets. But instead of that, there was a note on her desk. She read it. All it was was: Take your time. Tatum set the note down, confused. Was she going to be starved to death? She turned around. Oh. Tatum hadn't noticed that. A noose swung lightly in the corner of her dorm, the desk chair conveniently moved to that corner.
Take your time, the note said. Tatum sat on her bed to process her thoughts.
Hours later, the time came.
Everything went dark.
"J̵̨̧̠̊̌ó̵͈̜̯̻̈́͘͜ṛ̸̭̇̔̋͘͠d̴͔̈́̓̎̇́ą̴̛͈̗̭͆̋n̶͚̙̿͊̽͝ ̷̞̲̮͔͛̂̄͜t̴̲̝̱̊͆̀y̴͙̝̺̥͘p̴͔̉̽ȇ̸̻͇̻̓̔̕d̸̮̣̤͖̱̽͌ ̵̡͕̗̖̈́̈m̴̡̤̪̪͖̐̈́û̴͈̗̊̏̄͜ŗ̴̆̏̔̉d̵̡̛̜̻̅̉e̷͔̞͓̻͇̋r̸͎̀͊̊̈́͠.̸̡̛͉̞͓̘̽ ̵̻̹̳̤̤́T̶̨̆͌̏̚͠â̴̞͔͝͝ẗ̶̘̭̖̱́̋̉u̵̫͍̫̰̍̍m̵͖̘̲̮̮̓̂ ̸̡̛̱͈͙̃̇̏̚t̷͓̰̥̖̹̄͛̈́y̷͕̩̺͋̉͒̎͘ͅp̴̠̑͆͑̊͘ḙ̵̫̚d̸̨̲̣͉͍͋̄̌ ̵̡̨͉̙̓̊̅m̴̨̧̪̰̰̃͠ó̸̮̮͓͕̋͝n̸̨̨̰̹̪̿̾ȩ̵̰̦̽̊́͒͠y̶͇͎͎̅̓.̶̫͉̻̽͠1̴̢̠̠̜͘ ̶̤͌͝m̵͓͇̰̚i̴̺̫͋͠ĺ̸̝̺͍͕̍̓͌͜l̸̰̱̘̻͚͌̈́͐͌͐ỉ̶̠̟̟̋͐͝ỏ̸̡̙̞̯͗ñ̸̛̞͍̬̃͑͊ ̷̛̩ͅḑ̶̏͌͒͠o̵͍̓̀̅̚l̶̻̘̦̻͖̒̓̽͊̚l̷͇̹̺͇̰̆͌̈́a̶̰͓̎̎̎͑r̶̻͆̋͗̌̿s̴̝̙̼̈́̌̒̏ ̴̯͍̩̋̃̑a̵̫̔̎̀͆r̴̺̻̞̫͒̆̔ȩ̴̼͓̑̔̌̆̚ ̴̹̮͎͇̲͗́͌a̶̬̝̳͂̆̎̏͜d̵̳̠̤͚͕̈̐͝d̷͎͖̝̗͘è̷͖̖̙̗̀d̸͚̫̦͙́̓̉ ̵̭͛̔͜t̸̠̠͔͚̓͛͠ͅơ̷̡̩̘͛ ̷̩͓͓͚͙̓͒̎̇ţ̸̇͑́̈́̏ẖ̴̻͙̿̾ḛ̸̡͊̌ ̶͙̐͝ṕ̴̬̜͍̤r̸̙͈͌̅͘͜͜i̶̢̠͕̬͊̿͌̐̉z̴̝̺̆͛̊͝ͅe̸̠̺͈͈̪͋̉ ̸̟̞͖̻̈́̑̕ṃ̶̰̹̦̠̊̀o̴̮͋̿n̵̜̜͈̾̀̚ę̴̢̭̓̒ÿ̸̤͚̞̬́́.̵̣͔́̾ ̷̰̺̱͛͗̕͘J̵̨̨̞̼̄̚ọ̸̋͋̀r̷̝̃d̶̲͋ă̶̯͔̐n̷͔̻̽ ̸̲̺̰̓̓̆̏̎ẖ̶̠͍͚́͌̆͂͑͜ȁ̵̜̻͙s̸̛̙͎͖̰̍̀̓͗ ̴̜͋́̾͂͝ŵ̷̘̘͆͝ǫ̷̡̧̡͕̓̀͑͊̕ǹ̷̡̺̀ ̶̮̯͓͆͗͋̄͝T̸̰͋̈́h̴̝̒̔̿͐ȩ̵̖̰̮̍ ̶̧̗͉̱̟̉͒̿͆G̷̛̫̯̓͌́̈́a̴̩̗̫̓̆̈̍m̵̗̞̒̓̒͊ě̴͚̻͜.̵̣͐͛ ̷̡̺͉̲͍͌T̶̢̮̀a̴̦̤̥͂͒̌t̴̬̹̤̤̎̓̀͘ù̴̪m̸͚̈̃,̷͖̯̞̆͂ ̵̢̻͎͍́p̴͎̭̫̭̤͊̌̚͝l̸͚͕̯̈́̐̊̄ẽ̷̤̜͘a̷̬͓̠̓͘s̶̛͎̬͐͜͜e̴̢͛̈́̿ ̴͔̼̙̱̀̍͘͠r̶̹͈̮̦̪̿̀͗͘ë̷̲̫̗́̍ẗ̷̘̥̺͎̍͝u̵͉̻͓̥̣͘ŗ̵͖͙̤̓̀̈́̚ń̸̤̎̏̾̈́ ̸̜͗̾͌̂͐t̸̙̣̆ò̵̡̡͚̒͝ ̷̧̲͐͌͘ͅy̶̱̭͆̽͜o̶̖͎̳̽͑͗̎ư̵̝͎͉̯̾͐̈́͒ŕ̸͔̤̮͓̀ ̶̡̼̥̫̺̿d̷̾̔̀́̀ͅo̵̠̻̫͆ͅr̵̛͝ͅm̶͉̖̜̓͒͝.̷͔̍̈́ ̶͓̟̠̖̲̓͂̌̔͘J̵̯͔̜͈̃͆͜o̴̮̍̂r̷̲̳̤̒̊d̵̳͓̊̈ä̵̖̤͉́̍̕̕n̴̩̎͐,̸̦̟̱̝̙̑̊͠͝ ̷̨̲̃̍̅͌̓ͅş̷̯͍̻̐̈ͅẗ̶͙͍́a̷̻̿͠y̸̟͇͍͗̀̕ ̴̣̂̂͠h̵͉̾̒̊͜͝͝é̵̢̀̂͘r̴̪̣̮̭̻͋ȩ̵̼̤̭̄̎ ̴̢̺̇f̷̤̤̯̺͔̌̌̈͠o̶̧͖̣̦̺̔r̷̖͚̰̝̳͑̐͒͆ ̴̨̩̟̦̅̀̚͘f̸̨̼̝͛ͅŭ̵͎͇̠́̐̚r̸̦͒̌t̸̢̢̮̐̐ḧ̷̭́͑ḝ̷͈̹̘͖̍͑r̵̳̭͙̅͊̚ ̵̻̻̟̈́̎i̴̢̼̹͎͙͌͛n̵̲̺̼̮͗s̵͍̤̻͈͙̑́͛ṱ̶̭̊̅͐̅͜r̶̤̽̈́́̏̕ủ̵̧̠̼͓͕̑͑̿͛c̸̯̕t̴̗̩̪̀̑̈́̒͜í̷̅͜o̵̼̗͎͂̂̄̀n̷̡̪͚̏͌̾̓͠s̷̛̤̺̾͒̓̚.̵̡̣͎̗̖͗̃̄͝"
Tatum didn't move, she looked at Jordan. "10 million dollars. That's pretty cool. Good luck with everything, Jordan. Maybe get that pasta purse we've freaked out about." Jordan just smiled. Tatum didn't need to say anything else. She exited the gym. She didn't walk fast, but she didn't walk slow either. Her mind was plagued with worry. What would happen to her once she went into her dorm?
She opened her door, expecting an explosion or a flurry of bullets. But instead of that, there was a note on her desk. She read it. All it was was: Take your time. Tatum set the note down, confused. Was she going to be starved to death? She turned around. Oh. Tatum hadn't noticed that. A noose swung lightly in the corner of her dorm, the desk chair conveniently moved to that corner.
Take your time, the note said. Tatum sat on her bed to process her thoughts.
Hours later, the time came.
Everything went dark.
