SHADOWS AND STRATEGY

I extend the blindfold toward Ethan, my voice steady and composed. "Blindfold me," I say, my tone cool and collected, leaving no room for argument or suspicion.

I watch as confusion flickers across his face. His sceptical eyes meet mine, and he sneers, his voice laced with disdain. "Blindfold you? Why can't you do it yourself?" he challenges, his tone dripping with hostility.

A subtle smile curls at the corner of my lips as I maintain an air of composure, refusing to be rattled by his provocative remark. I meet his eyes with a calm, unwavering stare. "Well, Ethan, it's quite simple," I respond, my voice cool and collected. "Considering your apparent dislike for my presence, I highly doubt you would want me to win. If I were to blindfold myself, I'm sure accusations of cheating would soon follow."

Ethan's sneer falters for a brief moment, replaced by a flicker of uncertainty. He weighs my words, realizing the truth in them. By putting the responsibility of blindfolding in his hands, I