The death of number 1133 momentarily froze the lower-class people in the square, but perhaps a continuous series of deaths had left them numb, or perhaps the long-standing autocratic rule of the Upper Class People had led them only to obey.
No one questioned this game that deliberately concealed key information.
They just thought 1133 was too unlucky and frantically prayed that their own luck wouldn't mirror his.
They still rushed to climb upward, as if eager to prove they would be the lucky ones to get the permit.
The sound of falling continuously resonated through the square, some fell accidentally while climbing the ladder, and others unfortunately drew a death-representing skull from the envelope.
Teacher Slaughter passionately hosted, and every time someone fell, he would make a false expression of regret.
