"No idea," Jeanette whispered back, eyes narrowing. "But it's not random."
Then came the most jarring part. Salviana paused—her hand trembled—and with a frown, she stepped back. Her chest heaved slightly, sweat now dotting her brow despite the chill in the air.
She lifted a darker piece of charcoal and drew a large X through one of the male figures.
Then… another X. This time on a female.
The cancelled ones were rough, almost violent in execution. Unlike the delicate, deliberate strokes of the others, these were rushed. Harsh. Angry, even.
The rest of the figures remained untouched.
Six people. Two eliminated. Four remained.
The group tried to make sense of it.
"What is this?" Jeanette asked, voice tight with apprehension.
"I don't know," Salviana murmured, stepping back, clearly shaken. Her hands were trembling, eyes darting from the markings to the lake and back.
