The Yes Game Ended My Survival Mission Chapter 07

The Yes Game Ended My Survival Mission Chapter 07

After the gala footage went viral, Sienna posted a long statement.

She never once admitted to stealing Wildfire.

Instead, she claimed the piece came out of years of us bouncing ideas back and forth, and that friends can’t

cleanly split up who a spark of inspiration belongs to.

She even dug up a photo from my hospital stay, her hand around mine, tears on her face.

“I stayed with her through the worst days of her life, and this is how she treats me now.”

During a livestream, she still wore a replica of Wildfire.

She cried about being harassed online.

Public opinion swung back and forth for a while.

Some people lined up my before and after photos and said I’d “gotten a new face and turned my back on

everyone.”

Others said Sienna stuck by my hospital bed for three years and I’d repaid her with betrayal.

Someone even slid into my messages.

“Out of everyone caught in that fire, why was your face the only one that got ruined? Karma, maybe?”

I didn’t rush to answer any of it.

On top of Wildfire’s original sketches, I handed my lawyer the recording from backstage at the launch.

The lock clicking shut.

The staff whispering to each other.

Weston’s line, word for word: don’t open the door until it’s over.

Every second of that recording said more than any heartfelt explanation he could give.

As for the fire itself, the college studio used to auto sync everything to a school server.

After the accident, whatever was left had been logged as unrecoverable.

Three days after the video blew up, Professor Hale reached out to me on his own.

At the coffee shop, he slid an old external hard drive across the table.

I didn’t dare answer you the first time you reached out.”

Weston paid me good money back then to wipe the server backups.”

“I took it, but I got scared he’d turn on me eventually, so I kept a copy for myself.”

The footage showed Sienna hauling industrial alcohol into the studio.

Then walking off with my Wildfire wax mold.

I chased after her, trying to stop her.

She clutched the mold tight, shoulders shaking, sobbing.

“The professor’s always favored you. Weston only ever sees you.”

“You’ve won so many times already. Why won’t you let me have just this one?”

I reached out to take my own work back.

“Nobody gets handed a spot they didn’t earn.”

That seemed to set her off completely.

In the struggle, the alcohol spilled across the workbench.

She grabbed a torch and pointed it at me, forcing me back.

Flames shot up out of nowhere.

Sienna bolted for the door.

Right before the footage cut out, she looked back once, then slid a metal bolt across the outer safety door.

I was locked inside with the fire.

Professor Hale kept his head down, unable to look at me.

“Weston saw this footage.”

“He’s the one who told me to delete it.”

He’d covered my treatment insurance for three years straight.

He’d also sat on Sienna’s footage for three years straight.

Any single piece of evidence on its own wouldn’t have been enough to make her pay for what she’d done.

But stack all three together, the timeline, the people, the motive, the cover-up after, and it finally added up to

one unbroken line.

The memory card proved she’d gone inside.

The server footage proved she’d bolted the door.

Weston’s bank transfers and call logs proved he’d known the truth and buried it anyway.

I locked the hard drive away safely and called the police.