The Revival Project

The Revival Project

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WpMetadataReadMatureOngoing5h 39m
WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sat, Jun 13, 2026
Sixteen individuals of varying backgrounds, occupations, and ages are gathered to a remote location of mysterious origins. The only way they can escape is to murder one of their fellow captives and get away with it. If the remaining participants are able to correctly identify the killer during the Class Trial, the culprit is executed. If they're wrong, the killer goes free but the others are executed.
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