Time seemed to drag inside house 24. Ten, maybe fifteen minutes passed, and the silence became almost palpable. The contestants remained scattered, exchanging suspicious glances and adjusting their weapons, but no one dared break the order established by the man who had just left.
Samira, sitting cross-legged, watched the others and, occasionally, glanced at Strax. The uneasiness in her amber eyes was clear, but she restrained herself, knowing that following his rhythm was better than acting on impulse. She let out a soft sigh, crossing her arms.
"Ten minutes have passed…" she murmured, almost to herself. "And nothing happens." A small, almost ironic smile formed on her lips. "But you're right, let's wait."
