"7-0…" Duta muttered with his eyes wandering blankly; his soul seemed to run away from his body. "How could it be… We don't have any chance at all, right?" Then, a chuckle, full of bitterness, escaped from his mouth, laced with a hint of depression in it.
Something similar could also be seen in Nayaka and Devi. The former lost his energy, slumping on the table lifelessly. As for the latter, she left the room earlier, making an excuse of needing to go to the washroom. However, anyone could see that her shoulder was trembling, as the girl tried her best to hold back her tears.
Seeing this, Sheva could only sigh helplessly, setting back the chessboard in silence. He didn't say anything, just letting the three vent out their frustration first. Inwardly, though, he couldn't help but feel worried.
