Game over

Veronica observed, sipping her cocktail, "Ah, so you two are acquainted." She taunted Martha, "Give this cocktail a try; after all, you seem to enjoy coveting what doesn't belong to you."

Martha, a hint of fear in her voice, responded quickly, "Um, I don't know him."

Veronica clicked her tongue in irritation, shaking her head at Martha's facade. How could she have been so blind to see the girl’s true color all these while?

Everyone eyed the person who had just stepped in with confused expressions on their faces. The boy seemed to be around their age, however, he wasn’t familiar at all. He didn't bear the hallmarks of someone from their high school.

"Who's he?"

"No idea."

"Recognize him?"

"Not at all."

Veronica smiled, reassuring them, "Relax, everyone. You're about to meet him now."

Martha's heart raced, fear escalating within her.

Veronica turned to the newcomer, asking, "Tell us who you are and what brings you here."

The guy's eyes shifted, locking onto Martha. "I'm Jason, Martha's