"W-Why?" he asked, his voice slightly unsteady.
The coin moved again.
D… I… E…
"Die."
For a moment, York felt as if his heart had stopped. A cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
Yet he forced out an awkward laugh, his voice trembling. "Haha… what a joke… spirits sure have a sense of humor…"
He quickly turned to Tyler, his face pale. "Young Master, why don't you ask something?"
Tyler glanced at the empty air, his expression turning serious. "If you intend to kill us… when will it happen?"
Silence followed. The coin remained still for what felt like an eternity.
Then... it moved.
N… O…
"No."
Everyone exhaled in relief. But Aiden did not.
A strange voice echoed faintly in his mind. 'Ask… ask the right question…'
Before he could stop himself, he spoke.
"If you're not going to kill us… then who will?"
The moment the words left his mouth, everyone turned to look at him in confusion.
'What kind of question is that?' their expressions seemed to say.
The coin trembled.
