The streets were busy as hell — cars and people everywhere. Whispers drifted through the crowd, all murmurs of the same thing: the third game was to begin the next day, and anticipation hummed in the air.
"Have you bought a ticket for the games?" Two boys argued, adrenaline crackling between them as if they were excited to watch people behave like animals.
"I'm waiting for those playing the seventh match!" one muttered, eyes wild with expectation.
When it came to deciding if they will play the third game, the boys agreed to gather information by the end of the day. Unlike Alexander and Greg, Bray and Jamie were following that plan — making their way to an information mine.
