Chapter 479:

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Eventually, they reached a secret chamber. Within it stood a well, catching Thomas’s attention. Lost in thought, he shared his insight, “The key to the next door must be hidden in that well.”

Darya prepared to investigate, but Thomas stopped her, volunteering himself. “You guys wait here. I’ll go take a look. I’m not sure if there are any traps waiting inside.”

Accepting Thomas’s insistence, Darya nodded, observing as he approached the well with caution. He bent down, searching for something, but then an unexpected hand emerged, gripping him tightly.

“Thomas!” Darya exclaimed in alarm, rushing toward the well. She was met with the gaze of a menacing female ghost peering back at her.

Though fear seldom touched Darya’s heart, the calculated placement of this ghost within the dark and eerie atmosphere startled her, causing her face to pale momentarily. She took a step back, caught off guard by the jump scare.

Concerned, Timothy hurriedly reached out, clutching Darya’s hand. Yet, his attempt at reassurance faltered when he saw the ghost’s sinister smile from within the well. Fear gripped him once more, diminishing his earlier bravado.

“Darya, don’t be scared. Come down!” Thomas’s voice echoed from the depths of the well, reaching her ears.

Regaining her composure, Darya approached the well with cautious determination. Peering down, she found that Thomas had managed to chase away the female ghost, leaving only himself standing beneath the well’s shadow. The well appeared relatively shallow, so Darya gathered her resolve and decided to take the plunge.

Without hesitation, she leapt into the well, aiming to reach the bottom in a single bound. However, the depth of the well took her by surprise, and Thomas rushed forward to catch her. Unfortunately, their combined weight caused them both to tumble to the ground with a resounding “plop-plop.”

Heartbeats pounding in their chests, Darya quickly untangled herself from Thomas’s embrace, her cheeks flushed.

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“I’m… I’m sorry. You didn’t have to do that,” she stammered, feeling a mix of gratitude and embarrassment.

A faint smile graced Thomas’s lips as he replied, “I was worried you might get hurt. It was instinctive.”

From above the well, Timothy witnessed the scene and grew incensed. He shouted down at Thomas, “Why don’t you let go of Darya now?” Consumed by jealousy, he impulsively leapt into the well himself.

Resignedly, Darya glanced at Timothy’s jealous display. She had been friends with him for years, but only recently had she discovered this side of him.

Thomas, on the other hand, seemed at ease, effortlessly navigating the challenges of the game. It was as if he possessed an innate talent for unraveling mysteries. As they progressed through the game, Thomas consistently demonstrated his proficiency, leaving Timothy feeling defeated.

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