Knock Down the Prisoner

Knock Down the Prisoner

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WpMetadataReadContenido adultoConcluida dom, abr 26, 20264h 2m
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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WORK IN PROGRESS‼️ ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── There was no noise; I was at peace, and ironically, the stone-cold pavement never seemed warmer as my blood oozed out of me and around me like a painted canvas. I was slowly losing consciousness, but my mind never seemed happier now that I was dying. The white walls with big bright lights did not resemble heaven; in fact, it was quite the opposite. I thought I had died. When I came to, I found myself in this strange place, disoriented and confused. I looked around and found another five pairs of eyes looking at me with the same emotion swirling in their gaze. Now, 15 years later, I train with these girls. Our makers take care of us, feed us, and make sure we are clean, healthy, and fit. Some of us never had that; that's probably why it took so long for us to realize we were being used. The dirty work they made us do, none of us questioned it. How could we when we were taken off the streets? For a chance at normalcy, we settled for anything, even if that meant blurring the lines of right and wrong. After a mission gone haywire, we started noticing, and now we strike back to take our voices and reclaim the power that was used on us as a way to control us. After all, they are the ones who trained us; we are just returning our long-overdue favour. ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── Rankings : Featured in Mystery-thriller #5 in Mystery-thriller on 7/12/24

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