Knock Down the Prisoner

Knock Down the Prisoner

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Forty-three high school students are set to compete each other and face seven different deadly games after receiving a mysterious red envelope from a crow - a deceitful, manipulative letter that fully convinced them into accepting the challenge. Making them too naive to believe that it was just an event and that it originally came from their school. Each player has a role - a civilian, a detective, and a prisoner. To survive, is to win. The civilian must adapt on their own to survive. To catch, is to win. The detective must catch the prisoner at all costs before the time runs out. And to kill, is to win. The prisoner must kill at least one person every midnight. One game, one murder. One game, one clue. One game, one caged. Together, they conspire one another to survive, to kill, and to catch the real prisoner.
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I should've been worrying about exams, not monsters. My biggest fight was supposed to be with algebra, not the undead. But the city doesn't care about what you deserve. It just chews you up and leaves the bones for the rats. My name's Leo. I was a high school nobody with a detective's eye and a past that kept bleeding through the cracks. Then the supernatural came knocking-fangs first. Vampires in leather jackets, demons in business suits, nightmares with faces too human to be real. Now my nights are spent chasing whispers about cursed relics and forgotten wars, all while something rotten coils tighter inside me. Every clue is a cut, every fight another bruise, every shadow a reminder that I'm not just the hunter anymore-I'm prey. They say coming of age is tough. Try doing it while the city's bleeding out and the monsters are circling. The halls of my school feel safer than the alleys, but only just. Because even here, behind lockers and neon lights, the darkness has a way of finding me. This is a slow-burn mystery, dripping with blood and cigarette smoke, where growing up means learning what it costs to fight shadows-and what it costs when the shadows fight back. Midnight Veils. The night doesn't care how young you are. It still bites.

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