Before Ryan’s hasty attack, the players had positioned themselves like this, cautiously eyeing at everybody else:

Jennifer               Jeric Cristina               Joriz


                        Ryan


Mabel                 Vincent Joshua           Shaira

    Jeric quickly discerns Ryan’s plan, but since he’s enclosed in a glass cylinder like the other players, he’s forced to create interlocking gigantic cactuses that immediately surround him and Cristina. He then creates a .45 caliber gun at Cristina’s feet.

    Cristina faces Jeric, sweat beading her pale forehead. “Help me!”

    “Defend yourself!” Jeric shouts to Cristina, but his cage effectively muffles his voice. “GET THE GUN AND FIGHT! DON’T LET HIM GET YOU!” Jeric wants to create a shotgun, but his prison is too small for him to do it. The sight of Cristina, trembling and panting, infuriates him so intensely that he punches his cage several times. “DAMN IT! LET ME OUT, GLASS FREAK!”

    Upon seeing the thorny barricade, Ryan stops running, steps back, thinks for several seconds, creates a number of glass nails hovering in front of him, and sends them flying like darts toward his target’s defense. Those hit immediately turn to smoke, revealing Cristina, shuddering behind Jeric’s cage. Ryan repeats his attack to annihilate the remaining cactuses, scaring Cristina even more. Other players can only watch as Ryan thinks of his next move to mark her target. At a corner, Mabel carefully unzips the backpack she’s been hugging and checks the blue tumbler she took from the open field. Mabel’s hope fires up as she looks at the water she took from below the cliff near the giant wall.

    “JUST GET THE GUN!” Jeric growls at Cristina who is tearfully hiding like a cornered squirrel. He then glares at Ryan and curses him repeatedly. Desperate, he creates hundreds of oversized cobras above Ryan, and let them rain onto his target. Upon noticing the threat, Ryan encloses himself in a glass cube just in time before the snakes can pounce on him. The snakes start to slither in all directions, completely discouraging other players to escape their prisons.

    "They won’t go near you,” Jeric tells Cristina coupled with hand gestures.

    Cristina understands Jeric’s message and tries to calm down. “But you can’t kill anyone! You can’t kill Ryan!” Cristina shouts at Jeric. “If he dies, YOU DIE!”

    “I don’t care!” Jeric snarls. He can’t hear Cristina clearly, but he understands her somehow. “He forgets I can create snakes INSIDE his stupid box!”

    “STOP! PLEASE!” Cristina beats Jeric’s cage with her clenched fist. “We only have to mark our targets. If you die, I won’t survive this place! Stop!”

    Cristina’s frantic pleading gets Jeric like a spell, leaving him boiling and gnashing his teeth in silence. Meanwhile, Ryan just scoffs at the snakes. He swiftly creates hundreds of glass nails hovering near the ceiling, each about five inches long, and showers them to his slithering enemies until none remain. Satisfied, he turns his glass protection and nails into dust and prepares for another attempt to mark Cristina. Suddenly, a past scene with his seven-year-old daughter knifes deep into his mind and cleaves his concentration….

    “Daddy! Thank you for the cotton candy.”

    “You like it?”

    “Yeeees! It’s so sweet. It melts in my mouth.”

    “Did you see the lion right there?”

    “Yes. And tiger. And… snakes. I’m scared of snakes. I saw many snakes over there. They’re in glass cages.”

    “Don’t worry. They can’t bite you.”

    “Do you think they like it in there? What do they eat?”

    “I don’t know. Somebody takes care of them….”

    “Daddy?”

    “What, baby?”

    “Thank you for taking care...