Chapter 3: The Game Begins

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Weeks turned into months and Rain's anger festered, growing into a malignant force that consumed her every thought. She planned meticulously, studying Jennie's routines, her habits, and her weaknesses. Rain knew she had to be careful; one misstep and her revenge would be over before it began.


One stormy night, Rain found her opportunity. Jennie was alone in the school's theater, rehearsing for the upcoming play. Rain slipped in unnoticed, her heart pounding with anticipation.


"Hello, Jennie," Rain's voice echoed through the empty theater, cold and menacing. Jennie turned, her eyes widening in shock. "What are you doing here?" Rain smiled, a sinister glint in her eyes. "We're going to play a little game. If you win, you walk away. If you lose... well, you'll see."

Jennie's face paled as Rain revealed the twisted game she had devised.Before Jennie could react, Rain picked up a heavy stage prop and swung it at her head. The last thing Jennie saw before darkness claimed her was Rain's cold, determined expression.When Jennie woke, her head throbbed with pain. She blinked, trying to clear her vision, and realized she was no longer in the theater. She was in a small, dimly lit room with no windows and only one door, which was firmly locked. Panic set in as she remembered Rain's words.


"Welcome to my game," Rain's voice crackled through a speaker in the corner of the room. "There are three rounds. Each round will test you in ways you've never imagined. Succeed, and you move to the next round. Fail, and you'll wish you hadn't."Jennie tried to stand, but her legs were unsteady. She noticed a piece of paper on the floor with instructions for the first round.

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