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Before I could say anything else, Kira shoved Zoe into a taxi, then crawled in beside her and slammed the door. I stared at the red tail lights as they slowly disappeared down the street, my hands clenched into shaking fists.

She was going to die. It didn’t matter how well she was trained or how much she wanted to succeed. I was sure she wouldn’t survive the show. The showrunners pushed the boundaries because they knew people loved the drama and horror of on-screen deaths. I was intimately aware of how their minds worked. I couldn’t let her go into that alone. There had to be a way to stop this.

I paced up the street, pulling at my hair and trying not to put my fist through a wall when the thought hit me. I froze mid-stride, an icy chill sliding down my spine. A myriad of possibilities ran through my mind and were quickly dismissed, but I did have one option to save Kira. It wouldn’t get her off the show, but it might give her a better chance at surviving.

It was time to pull some str