XXII

Ever since Humero eliminated him, Clyde stopped being joyful. He didn't spend his time on the living having a conversation with the rest of the contestants, but fortunately everyone didn't mind him since it was a dreadful moment, not for him but everyone. Suddenly, Calvin decided to pay him a visit in his room with a bottle of alcoholic drink in his right hand and a huge bag of chips in his left hand. As soon as he entered, he saw him sitting on the right side of the bed, looking away from the door.

"Clyde." Calvin calmly approached him and sat next to him. "I know you're still mourning, but I think you need company for a while." He hands over a bottle of alcoholic beverage slowly. "Perhaps you want to drink your sorrow away. You know, it's my country's tradition that if someone is mourning the death of the person they love, we just offer them a bottle of alcoholic drink and a big bag of chips. It's kind of weird, but trust me, it's effective. "

Clyde looked at him for a moment before