"Is he insane?" Suho asked the moment they were led into the viewing room.
The room was dim, save for the large screen up front showing a live feed from the auditorium where the next challenge was set to begin.
The contestants had been herded into the observation chamber—just a distant seat as witnesses to the train wreck or triumph about to unfold.
Some of them were already munching on chips or tearing open packets of dried squid that were perched on the side just for them.
Still, their eyes didn't waver from the screen.
They were locked on the remaining five actors in the auditorium, each now holding the full script for the round. It had been revealed to the viewing room, too. As it popped up on the digital display in front of them, Ian let out a sound that was half scoff, half breathless laugh.
"This is impossible," he muttered, squinting at the text.
It wasn't just long—it was dense. A full page of uninterrupted text. Heavy lines. Paragraphs that blurred together.
