Just as she was about to agree, Mia Grant suddenly froze.
She stood rooted to the spot.
It was the System's voice—
[Host, don't go up!]
[Stop!]
The System's usually icy voice seemed to have a trace of fluctuation today.
'Wow. That's a rare sight.'
After that brief thought, Mia Grant swallowed hard, her nervous palms starting to sweat.
"What's going on?" she asked the System.
"Is the old man... going to kill me?"
[System analysis indicates that if the Host goes upstairs, there is a twelve percent chance of being kidnapped and confined, and a sixteen percent chance of being stabbed through the heart.]
"What about the other seventy-two percent?"
[A two percent chance of survival.]
[And a seventy percent chance... of being shot in the head.]
!!!
Mia Grant remained calm on the surface, but inside, she was screaming frantically.
She glanced at Simon Adler beside her, pleading for help with her eyes.
