[Bruce's POV]

"So are you in or not, Nat?" I ask, look at her frightening face with a smirk, trying to provoke her self-pride. "Are you scared?"

"No, I'm not." She snaps back at me. Well, my plan worked.

"Okay, but from now you guys are responsible for your own life." Stephen says, with a cold voice.

"Stop it Stephen, I don't believe in those mystic shits." Tony says, with a laugh, but then that laugh become strained, like he realized that he just said the thing he shouldn't.

What is this atmosphere?

"There is another name for this ritual, it's called Svarta Madame in Swedish, which mean Black Madam or Black lady." Stephen says.

"Wait, but you said that the students in UK are the only one who play that game?" Tony asks.

"Yes, because there is no one or witnesses about the ritual had been done originally in Sweden or not, so I assume that the ritual just had been done only in that school." Stephen answers.

"So the introduction to play this game is," Stephen continues, "It's basically similar to Bloody Mary at some point. We need one person to be The Scribe, and the other will be The Speakers."

"What will the Scribe do?" Nat asks.

"Responsible to make the ritual work." Stephen shortly answer, then continues, " Now we need a mirror. A really big one."

"How big will that be?" Pepper eagerly asks, although she sounds a bit scared.

" Enough to reflect the image of us on it."

"I think the mirror in my bathroom is big enough." Tony says.

"Yes," Stephen cut in, pulls out from nowhere a big ass mirror.

"Hey, when did you get that?" Tony asks when Stephen pulls the mirror out. That's a really big mirror with 'Luxury Royal' pattern on it.

"We need some ink to draw on the mirror, and it should be washable."

"I have some black washable paint in my bag, since I have Visual Art today." Pepper says.

"That's perfect. Can you go grab that?" Stephen says.

"Yes, but can we turn the light on?" Pepper asks.

"Yeah, we have to move to a new room to play this game anyway."

"What do you mean we have to move to a new room?" I ask him.

"Well, to find place to set up this mirror, and a really comfortable place for us to sit in one spot for a long time." Stephen answers.

Then I quickly turn my head, look at the owner of this mansion. And maybe it's just not only me.

"Why are you guys all look at me?" Tony says.

"Well, we don't have any choice, Tony."

"Fine, go to my bed room then." He answers and rolls his eyes.

"Yes, I always want to sleep on that fluffy, giant bed." I happily say, grab the drinks and snacks, then run straight upstairs, leave them behind. I see Natasha smirks at me while I rush upstairs. She may think that I'm childish, hey?