"The athlete, the fool..." "Ripley" swept her gaze over Kurt and Martin in turn.
Kurt looked down at his football uniform. Martin's cheek twitched, and he glared back at her as though she were an idiot.
"And the scholar? Did he get separated from you?" A strange hint of amusement appeared on all four faces, making "Ripley" frown, but she promptly waved a hand as though swatting away a fly, indicating that she did not care.
"All of you must die miserable deaths at the hands of those monsters because of the choices you made earlier. As for you, the virgin..." She looked at Dana. "Whether you live or die is entirely up to fate."
"Me? The virgin?" Although Dana had already guessed which role was hers, she still pointed at her own chin in surprise when she heard it.
"It's only symbolic. Whether that membrane is intact doesn't matter."
"Ripley's" explanation immediately provoked Jules's indignation. "Fuck you! Why am I the slut? I've known Kurt since I was little, and he's the only boyfriend I've ever had."
Dana gave her best friend an awkward look but said nothing to contradict her.
"Honey, now isn't the time to argue about that." Kurt pulled his girlfriend behind him and aimed his assault rifle at the old woman before them. "So what happens if the ritual fails? Do you lose a lot of money on this live reality show?"
"Ripley" snorted. "You think this is just a reality show?"
"Ignorant youngsters. Look beneath your feet. If this annual ritual fails, he will emerge again. Those things you saw earlier were nothing more than products of a tiny fraction of the power he released."
"Who exactly is he?" Martin already had a very bad feeling.
"He has no name. He is an ancient