THE WEREWOLF GAME : MAD PRISON

LOVE TRIANGLE TROUBLES

Hamid paced back and forth in his cell, his fists clenched in anger. He was furious that his plan had been ruined by the unknown person who had killed Pillow.

"Whoever did this will pay," Hamid muttered to himself, his voice low and menacing. "They ruined everything, and they will be the first to die."

His cellmate, Jiqbal, looked on nervously. He had seen Hamid in this state before, and knew that it was best to stay out of his way.

"Hamid, calm down," Jiqbal said tentatively. "We don't even know who did it yet."

Hamid rounded on him, his eyes flashing with rage. "Don't tell me to calm down!" he spat. "I had everything planned perfectly, and now it's all ruined because of some idiot who couldn't keep their hands to themselves."

Jiqbal took a step back, his hands raised in surrender. "Okay, okay, I understand," he said quickly. "But what are you going to do now?"

Hamid's lips twisted into a cruel smile. "I'm going to find out who did this," he said, his voice dropping to a whisper. "And then I'm going to make them suffer."

Jiqbal shuddered at the coldness in Hamid's voice. He knew that he was dealing with a true psychopath, and that he needed to get out of this situation as soon as possible. But for now, all he could do was pray that he wouldn't be the next victim of Hamid's wrath.

Hamid stormed out of the room, his mind consumed with thoughts of revenge. He knew he needed to find the person who killed Pillow and make them pay for ruining his plan.

It's already the second day of the game.

Zaher wakes up from his sleep and sees that the TV is turned on. When he looks at the TV, he sees that the host announces that "Pillow, who is a villager, has been killed by the Werewolf."

Zaher is furious and wonders who did it. Taufeq comes to his cell and tells him that he knows that Pillow is dead. Zaher confirms it

"It's terrible that Pillow had to die like that," Taufeq said, his voice filled with sadness. "She was just an innocent villager, and she didn't deserve to be killed by the Werewolf."

Zaher nodded, but he didn't share Taufeq's empathy. He couldn't muster any emotion for someone he didn't even know. "Yeah, it's a shame," he said flatly. "But what are we supposed to do about it?"

Taufeq looked at Zaher, surprised by his indifference. "Don't you want to know who did it? Who's responsible for Pillow's death?"

Zaher shrugged. "I don't really care. It's not like we can do anything about it. We're stuck in here, remember?"

Taufeq frowned, his brows furrowing in frustration. "That's not true," he said, his voice rising in passion. "We can do something about it. We can find out who did it and bring them to justice. We can't just sit here and let this happen."

Zaher looked at Taufeq skeptically. "And how do you propose we do that?" he asked, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "We don't have any weapons, we don't have any clues, and we don't even know who we can trust in this game."

Taufeq's eyes narrowed as he contemplated Zaher's words. "You're right," he said slowly. "We don't have any of those things. But we do have each other. We can work together to figure this out. And we can start by looking at the people who have the most to gain from Pillow's death."

Zaher raised an eyebrow. "And who would that be?"

Taufeq hesitated, as if unsure whether to reveal his suspicions. Finally, he spoke. "Hamid," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "He's been acting strange ever since the game began. He's always watching us, always sizing us up. And he seems to be enjoying this game a little too much."