Chapter 52. Asked Favor

At first, Red didn't think it was Aamon because he wasn't wearing his Assassin-style outfit. He was wearing a shirt, albeit a black one, cotton pants, and boots. Of course, the AI removed all the contestants' clothes to make them look like they were in that era. Savage Glory was such a ridiculous and sick-sounding game.

"Aamon? Are you hurt?"

Red started to get up from the bed, but the warning from Aamon's palm stopped her. There were tiny daggers between the young man's fingers, ready to strike any moment.

"Don't come any closer," Aamon hissed. Then, the young man coughed violently, spitting blood onto the stone floor. Red just froze, staring in horror. "My illness is contagious..."

"What are you sick with?"

"Tuberculosis."

"Oh my."

Aamon crawled up, then rested his body on Ursula's arm. "Are you okay, Red?"

"I don't know." Red just shook his head in doubt.

"What's your illness?"

"Dengue."

"You need to rest if you wa