THE WEREWOLF GAME : MAD PRISON

A FINAL BATTLE BEGINS

As the screen displayed the message of Leya's elimination, the room fell into a momentary silence. Taufeq, Dkey, Izzah, and Fyraa exchanged glances, each processing the weight of Leya's sacrifice. Fyraa's expression remained unsatisfied, her desire for control evident in her furrowed brows and clenched fists.

Before they could fully comprehend Leya's decision, the screen glitched, and a new image appeared. It was the creator, their face obscured, their voice distorted.

"The Werewolf has been eliminated," the creator's voice echoed ominously. "But the game is not yet over. There is still one remaining."

The room tensed, a mix of curiosity and apprehension filling the air. They listened intently as the creator continued.

"From this moment on," the creator declared, "the game will transition into a free-for-all. There will be no more voting. Every participant is now free to kill until the announcement of the Werewolf's elimination is made."

A collective gasp escaped their lips. The rules had shifted once again, plunging them into an even more treacherous territory. The creator's instructions hung heavy in the air, as the reality of their situation sank in.

Fyraa's eyes gleamed with a twisted excitement, her appetite for power only growing stronger. She smirked, relishing in the chaos that awaited them.

Taufeq's jaw tightened, his determination hardening. He knew that they had to find the remaining threat and bring an end to this deadly game once and for all.

Dkey's brows furrowed, his mind racing with thoughts of survival. He realized that they were now pitted against each other, forced to confront the darkness lurking within their midst.

Izzah's heart pounded in her chest, torn between fear and a newfound determination. She knew that she had to adapt quickly and align herself with those who shared her desire for freedom from this twisted game.

With Leya's sacrifice fueling their resolve, they prepared themselves for the final phase of the game. They were now players in a deadly game without rules, where trust was scarce and survival was paramount.

At the top of a nearby building, Hamid listened intently to the announcement, his eyes widening as the rules of the game shifted once again. The corners of his lips curled into a wicked smile as he realized the opportunity that lay before him.

Without wasting a moment, Hamid swiftly made his way towards Fyraa, who had already left the arena. They met in a secluded spot, hidden from prying eyes, their minds buzzing with malicious intent.

"So, Fyraa," Hamid spoke in a low, conspiratorial tone, "it seems we have a common goal now. The game has become even more thrilling, hasn't it?"

Fyraa's eyes sparkled with a dangerous excitement, her thirst for power evident in her demeanor.

"Indeed, Hamid," she replied, a hint of anticipation in her voice. "We have the chance to shape the outcome of this game, to decide who lives and who dies."

Hamid's gaze hardened, a devious glint in his eyes.

"We should target the most powerful among them," he suggested. "Taufeq. He poses the greatest threat to our plans. Eliminating him would solidify our control over the game."

Fyraa nodded, her lips curving into a sinister grin.

"Yes, Taufeq must be taken down," she agreed. "His strength and influence make him a formidable adversary. Once he's out of the picture, the rest will crumble."