I didn't know what I was expecting when Picie and I were told that we'd be meeting the rest of the heirs.
A battle arena?A one-on-one duel to the death?A grand display of magical ego?
It could literally have been anything but…not this.
We were all sitting in a damn circle, floating in some weird illusion room.
Well, everyone called it a virtual space inside the expensive technology set our house had built in the Romero household.
The seats looked like throne-room rejects—shiny but uncomfortable.
A black and royal blue orb floated in the air, hovering in middle of the circle we had created; pulsing softly like it was judging us already.
What was this fuckery?
I really did not understand these new age tools and items.
"Welcome," Venus said, standing behind the orb like some evil game show host. "Today, you brats will be playing a little game. It's called Truth or Trigger. Think of it as therapy for would-be rulers."
