THE WEREWOLF GAME : MAD PRISON

THANK YOU LEYA

On the rooftop, bathed in the fading sunlight, Hamid sat concealed, his eyes scanning the surroundings for any signs of movement. He whispered to himself, his voice laced with a twisted anticipation.

"Two hours until the voting begins," Hamid muttered, a sinister smile curling his lips. "Just one more victim, and this game will be brought to its satisfying conclusion. Who shall it be? Izzah, Dkey, or perhaps even Taufeq himself?"

As he pondered the possibilities, a figure approached the rooftop. Hamid quickly retreated further into the shadows, observing cautiously. It was Taufeq, lost in his thoughts, standing at the center of the building, gazing out at the view before him.

Taufeq's voice, filled with both longing and sadness, reached Hamid's ears as he mused aloud. "If only Tasha were here. It would be nice to see the fireworks once again, just like in our first game of werewolf."

Hamid's eyes narrowed, a wicked glimmer dancing within them. He realized that Taufeq's attachment to Tasha, his yearning for the past, could be exploited to devastating effect. A plan formed in Hamid's twisted mind, an opportunity to manipulate Taufeq's emotions for his own nefarious purposes.

Stepping out of the shadows, Hamid approached Taufeq silently, his presence concealed by the fading daylight. As he drew closer, a chilling smile spread across his face.

"Well, well, Taufeq," Hamid spoke, his voice carrying a cold edge. "Reminiscing about the past, are we? How sentimental. But remember, my dear Taufeq, the past is irrelevant. It's the present that truly matters."

Taufeq's anger simmered as he confronted Hamid, the truth of his survival no longer a secret. He locked eyes with his nemesis, his voice laced with a mix of defiance and contempt.

"So, Hamid, you thought you could hide in the shadows and play your games undetected?" Taufeq's tone was dripping with disdain. "Well, news flash: I know you're alive. Your twisted plot has been exposed."

Hamid's smirk faltered for a moment, his facade of invincibility cracking ever so slightly. Taufeq's revelation had caught him off guard, but he quickly composed himself, a mocking glint returning to his eyes.

"Ah, Taufeq, always the observant one," Hamid taunted, his voice dripping with arrogance. "But tell me, what will you do now that you know I'm still here? You can't stop me. None of you can."

Taufeq's fists clenched tightly, his jaw set in determination. He refused to let Hamid's taunts break his resolve.

"I may not have the power to stop you alone," Taufeq replied, his voice steady. "But together, the remaining survivors will expose your true nature. Your reign of terror ends now, Hamid."

A flicker of uncertainty passed over Hamid's face, though he quickly masked it with a mask of smugness.

"You think you can rally the others against me?" Hamid sneered. "They're all pawns in my game, easily manipulated. None of them can match my cunning."

Taufeq's gaze bore into Hamid, a fire burning in his eyes. He had seen the truth behind Hamid's words, the fear that lurked beneath the surface. The survivors were not as weak as Hamid believed.

"Perhaps you're underestimating the strength and resilience of those you've tormented," Taufeq countered, his voice filled with conviction. "We've endured your twisted games, your ruthless tactics. But now, the time for reckoning has come. We will unite, expose your true nature, and put an end to your reign."

Hamid's laughter echoed through the rooftop, a chilling sound that sent shivers down Taufeq's spine.

"Unity? Loyalty? Such foolish notions," Hamid scoffed. "But go ahead, Taufeq. Rally the others. Your futile attempts will only lead to their demise."