Linda join the game

Linda's gaze flicked between Rebecca and Polly, her heart racing with anticipation. This was more excitement than she had experienced in months, maybe even years. "Alright," she said, her voice low and steady. "Let's play."

Rebecca's smile widened as she produced a set of dice from her pocket. She tossed them to Linda, who caught them deftly. "You go first," she said, her voice betraying no nerves.

Linda nodded, rolling the dice in her hand. Her brow furrowed in concentration as she watched them bounce across the table. She threw them with a flick of her wrist, and they came to rest on the table, showing a five.

Rebecca smirked. "Not bad," she said, reaching for the dice. "My turn."

Rebecca snatched the dice, her fingers curling around them with predatory precision. The plastic cubes clattered against the table as she rolled—a sharp, mocking rhythm—before settling on a six.

Rebecca’s smirk deepened as she nudged the dice toward Polly with one manicured nail. “Your turn,” she murmured, eyes gleaming with cruel amusement.

Polly’s fingers trembled as she reached for them, her knuckles brushing against the cold table. The dice felt heavy, like stones pressed into her damp palm. She hesitated—just for a breath—before tossing them onto the table.

They clattered, bounced, spun— A five.

Linda exhaled through her nose, the sound almost a laugh. "Tied," she murmured, her fingers drumming against the table.