We are dropped into the middle of nowhere. Survive.

(I tried searching for it but there’s so many pages)

”I learnt my lesson after that plant incident. The only things I’ll be burning are the mole and traitor, and occasionally a random object when I feel like it”

”I think that counts to what I said," I say, just as a memory strand falls into my hand. "Flip," I say, passing out on the spot.