[REMASTERED] THE WEREWOLF GAME: THE SIDE OF THE BEAST

Unbroken Bonds

The atmosphere was heavy as Mirul guided Ijan toward their room, the tension of the previous discussions still lingering. Mirul’s heart raced, feeling the weight of his friend's despair.

“Hey Ijan, you need to calm down,” Mirul said, sitting Ijan down gently. “If you keep acting like this, you might just end up being voted out as the Werewolf.”

“I don’t care anymore! I’d rather die than be pressured like this!” Ijan’s voice cracked, revealing his vulnerability.

“No!” Mirul exclaimed, urgency lacing his words. “I can’t lose you too. I’ve already lost my mom; I don’t want to lose my best friend!” His eyes filled with emotion, reflecting the fear of abandonment.

Ijan looked down, guilt washing over him. “But they keep trapping me! I feel like I’m stuck in this game with no way out. My ideas aren’t enough to escape.”

“It’s okay,” Mirul assured him, placing a reassuring hand on Ijan’s shoulder. “I’ll make sure you don’t get voted out tonight. Just trust me, alright?”

Ijan’s eyes flickered with uncertainty. “You really think we can get through this?”

“I’ll believe in you no matter what,” Mirul declared, a hint of his signature humor breaking through the tension. “I’ll believe it even if you say pigs could fly on clouds!”

Ijan let out a shaky laugh, the warmth of Mirul’s support washing over him. “Thanks, man. That actually helps.”

As darkness enveloped the building, the familiar alarm blared, cutting through their moment of levity.

“Attention all participants, please gather at the main hall for the second night’s voting,” the voice echoed ominously.

Mirul and Ijan exchanged a glance, the gravity of the situation sinking in. They stood up, resolve hardening in their hearts.

“Let’s do this together,” Mirul said firmly, determination etched on his face.

As they walked to the main hall, the sight of their fellow participants gathered, anxiety palpable in the air. Each face was a mixture of fear and suspicion, the weight of Ashfa’s death heavy on their shoulders.

Mirul squeezed Ijan’s hand reassuringly. “No matter what happens, we stick together. We fight for each other.”

“Yeah,” Ijan replied, the fire of hope flickering back to life within him. “Together.”