THE WEREWOLF GAME : MAD PRISON

DEATH LURKS AROUND THE CORNER

It's already 6 p.m, the host of the game announced through the loudspeaker, catching the attention of all the players.

"Please gather at the spot where you first entered the game, where the big black screen is located."

The players quickly made their way to the designated spot, eager to find out what the host had in store for them next. As they arrived, the host appeared on the screen, his voice echoing throughout the room.

"Greetings, players," he said. "You have all been doing well so far, but now it's time to put your deduction skills to the test. In this room, you will vote for who you believe to be the werewolf. The vote will take place in a special room, and the results will be kept secret."

The tension in the air was palpable as the players listened intently to the host's words. Each of them knew that this vote could make or break their chances of winning the game. They exchanged nervous glances, wondering who among them could be the werewolf.

The host's voice boomed through the speakers once more. "You have one hour to discuss and come up with your votes. Choose wisely, for the fate of the game rests in your hands."

The players looked at each other with a mix of determination and suspicion, knowing that this was their chance to prove their worth in the game. They set off to deliberate, each of them hoping to be the one to catch the werewolf and win the game.

"It's simple, we just vote for the person we suspect the most," Hamid said with a twisted grin. "If we don't choose someone, we all die. And I don't plan on dying tonight."

Jiqbal looked down at the ground, still traumatized from his encounter with Hamid. He knew he had to do whatever Hamid said to survive.

Tasha spoke up, "But Hamid, we can't just randomly accuse someone without solid evidence. That's not fair or logical."

Hamid's expression turned dark as he stepped closer to Tasha. "Logic won't save you in this game. The werewolf won't just reveal themselves to us, we have to figure it out on our own. And if that means accusing someone without evidence, then so be it."

Jiqbal trembled in fear, while Tasha stood her ground, refusing to let Hamid intimidate her. The tension in the room was palpable as they prepared to cast their votes, knowing that one wrong choice could mean their death.

Taufeq stepped forward, his protective instincts kicking in. "You can't bully people into voting, Hamid. We need to make an informed decision, not just pick someone at random."

Hamid sneered. "And who made you the leader, Taufeq? Maybe you're the werewolf and you're just trying to protect yourself."

Leya stepped up next to Taufeq, her expression fierce. "We're not going to let you manipulate us, Hamid. We need to stick together and find the real werewolf."

Tasha nodded in agreement, her analytical mind racing. "I think we need to gather more information before we vote. We need to look for clues and talk to each other. We can't just rely on suspicion."

But before they could continue their discussion, Kujik sauntered over to them, a smug look on his face. "You know what, I actually agree with Hamid. We need to make a decision fast, and if that means taking a risk, so be it. I mean, we all know I'm not the werewolf, right?"

Taufeq narrowed his eyes, not trusting Kujik's sudden change of heart. "How can we trust you, Kujik? You've been known to manipulate people before."

Kujik just shrugged, a sly grin on his face. "Hey, I'm just saying what I think. You can choose to trust me or not, it's up to you."