Human

7.0

AI

6.3

Winner

Human

The resort's head of security was dead in the infinity pool, and the only witness was the woman who'd just been assigned to investigate him—which meant someone on this island had already decided Iris's vacation was over before it started.

Ante esa escena, cualquier otra persona se hubiera tapado los ojos, gritado o incluso llorado. Pero la mujer se mantuvo quieta, frente al cadáver, la luz nocturna y el silencio de la verdad.

Iris didn't move. She just stood there in her resort clothes, looking at the body floating face-down. The pool lights made everything too bright and too blue. She'd seen dead men before.

La mujer se acerca al borde de la piscina, buscando cualquier pista en el cuerpo flotante. Antes de poder reaccionar, cae junto a él.

The water was cold. That was the first thing that hit her—not the panic, not the realization. Just cold.

Intenta nadar, flotar, sobrevivir. Sus intentos son en vano, pues el asesino ya se ha encargado de orquestar una muerte asegurada. Ahora, tenemos dos cadáveres, pocas respuestas y un director de hotel que observa sonriente.

Iris came up gasping. Her hands found the edge and she pulled herself out, coughing water. The director was still smiling. She understood then. He'd wanted her in that pool.