"Oh! I didn't expect you to catch on so quickly."
Anderson, who had been confirmed dead earlier, abruptly appeared before them.
His face was full of mockery, a sneer curling at the corners of his mouth.
No one noticed that Anderson's pupils were different colors.
Chris roared, "Bastard! Were you behind all this?"
"Don't be rash." Professor Remo reached out to stop Chris from charging forward.
Anderson seemed unconcerned by their murderous looks and slowly descended from the second floor.
His gaze swept over every face. "Don't blame me. I just don't want to die."
So you'd plot against your companions just to save yourself. Joey shot him a contemptuous look, while also wondering what had prompted Anderson to do all this.
Of everyone present, Annie Bullock was undoubtedly the angriest.
As the organizer of this gathering, her goal had been to improve everyone's chances of survival. They had barely set sail, and someone had already been stabbed. Unbelievable.
"Did you discover something in that painting?" she demanded coldly.
Years of working by the sea had left Anderson with dark skin, sharply defined facial muscles, and slightly curling stubble on his chin. He slowly walked to the table and picked up the painting.
"Nothing much. I just learned a few things."
As he spoke, his gaze shifted to Joey, and he gave a sinister sneer. "Haven't you all been wondering why we came here?"
He spoke very slowly, as though deliberately steering their emotions.
"Because someone among us lied."
He pointed at Joey. "How long are you going to keep pretending? Are you waiting until we're all dead?"
"I don't understand what you're talking about." Joey shook his head in bewilderment. "Have you gone mad?"
Oli Via looked surprised. Her gaze moved between Joey and Anderson before she asked quietly,