Chapter 90 Result Of This Deadly Show

• As Denver and I exited the room, Snow's voice called out to us from behind, echoing through the corridor. We turned to see her standing by the door with Daniel, his best friend. While Daniel was a familiar face, our interactions had been limited to mere greetings. He stood tall, his square shoulders giving him a sturdy presence, with thin whiskers adorning his chin and light hair framing his face. Taller than both Denver and me, he leaned casually against the wall, hands tucked into his pockets.
• "Yes?" Denver responded as we approached them, extending a hand to Daniel in greeting.
• "Hi, Daniel," I added with a smile.