THE WEREWOLF GAME : MAD PRISON

THE ENIGMA OF TASHA

After the second night's vote ended with the death of the psychopath Hamid, revealed to be a Werewolf by the introvert Zaher, they now needed to find one more contestant who was suspected to be a Werewolf.

The mysterious man said, his voice dripping with sinister amusement, "Ah, how easily Hamid's identity was guessed. Such a foolish Werewolf, letting his true nature be exposed."

He threw his drink against the wall in frustration before his phone rang, displaying the name "Fyraa" on the screen. Curiosity sparked in his eyes as he answered the call. "Hello, Fyraa," he said, his tone filled with intrigue. The line remained silent, leaving him puzzled. Who was this enigmatic Fyraa, and what did they want?

Shrugging off the unanswered call, the mysterious man's focus shifted back to the unfolding Werewolf game. He wondered what cunning moves the remaining Werewolf would make as the clock struck midnight on the second day.

As the clock struck midnight, the Werewolf roamed the premises, searching for its prey.

Meanwhile, in Jiqbal's cell, Jiqbal took a breath of relief, "Finally, Hamid is gone. I'm free from his twisted games, from being his pawn in killing innocent people."

Just as he took a breath of relief, a sharp stab pierced his neck from behind. Jiqbal remained oblivious to what had just happened, forced to lay on the ground.

Emerging from the shadows, the unknown assailant grinned sinisterly and replied, "Are you really free, Jiqbal? You were just the beginning. You see, I am far more terrifying than Hamid ever was."

Jiqbal, startled and struggling to speak, asked, "Who... who are you? Why did you choose me?"

With a dark smirk, the assailant answered, "You were the first to betray Hamid, Jiqbal. And now, you will pay. But first, I must find the Witch, the one who can bring Hamid back. There's a puzzle to solve, and I intend to uncover the Witch's identity."

Jiqbal's voice weakened as his vision grew hazy, "No... I won't let you..."

As Jiqbal weakly protested, his words were cut short as the mysterious assailant showed no mercy. With a swift motion, the assailant ruthlessly plunged a weapon into Jiqbal's vulnerable form, ending his struggle with a final, chilling silence. The scene was engulfed in darkness, leaving behind only the lingering presence of a cold-hearted killer.

As Tasha and Taufeq wake up from their sleep in different cells, their eyes immediately fixate on the TV screen, which ominously displays the message, "Jiqbal the Seer eliminated from the game."

Tasha and Taufeq's hearts race with anxiety as they quickly meet outside their cells. Taufeq, his voice filled with urgency, locks eyes with Tasha and demands, "Tell me, Tasha, do you know who took him out? Who killed Jiqbal?"

Tasha's brows furrow with frustration as she shakes her head. "No, Taufeq. I have no idea. But we can't waste time pointing fingers at each other. We need to find the real culprit before they strike again."

Their conversation is abruptly interrupted as the provocative Syafin saunters towards them, a wicked smile playing on her lips. Taufeq's eyes narrow, his voice dripping with disdain, "What do you want, Syafin?"

Syafin's eyes gleam mischievously as she leans in, her voice dripping with poison, "Oh, Taufeq, don't you see? It's obvious. Tasha must have killed Jiqbal. She's cunning enough to have done it."

Taufeq's rage boils over, his fists clenched tightly. In a fiery outburst, he delivers a scathing retort, "You think you can manipulate us with your wicked games, Syafin? Well, think again. I won't be swayed by your lies and deceit. Get lost!"

Without hesitation, Taufeq lands a powerful punch on Syafin's face, sending her stumbling backward. The room crackles with tension as Taufeq stands tall, his voice resonating with authority, "No one, and I mean no one, will tear us apart. We'll uncover the truth together, and no amount of devilish whispers will change that."

Syafin, her face bruised but defiant, glares back at Taufeq, a dangerous glint in her eyes. The air hangs heavy with the clash of wills, as each player's determination to survive reaches its boiling point.

In the midst of the chaos, Tasha and Taufeq stand united, their bond forged in the crucible of suspicion and betrayal. With hearts aflame and a fierce resolve, they brace themselves for the battles to come, ready to face the treacherous game head-on, undeterred by the flames of temptation that threaten to consume them.

As the tension escalated, Syafin continued her manipulative mind games, determined to sow discord among the group. Taufeq had reached his breaking point, his anger boiling over. Just as he was about to strike Syafin once again, Zaher, the introvert, swiftly swung a chair, crashing it against Syafin's head. The impact silenced her and sent shockwaves through the room.

Zaher, his expression hardened, spoke with a mix of frustration and determination, "Enough, Syafin! Your games end here. Perhaps you've lost touch with reality. It's time to put an end to your delusions."

Tasha, caught in a moment of deja vu, recalled a similar incident involving Hani. The memory flooded her mind, reminding her of the darkness that resided within her own actions. She felt a mixture of guilt and relief, realizing the depths to which she had descended. But her attention shifted as Zaher approached, addressing both Taufeq and herself.

Zaher's eyes pierced into Tasha's, his voice laced with urgency, "Tasha, I know who the witch is. We need to find a way to bring Jiqbal back. Will you reveal yourself?"

Tasha hesitated, her emotions warring within her. She knew the weight of the truth, the power it held, but she also feared the consequences that lay ahead. With a firm resolve, she shook her head and replied defiantly, "I won't give you the satisfaction, Zaher. I won't reveal myself. Not yet."

Syafin, her voice tinged with frustration and anger, interjected, "Typical Tasha, always hiding something. You're just as guilty as the rest of us!"

With a surge of righteous fury, Zaher seized the opportunity to deliver a swift and decisive blow to Syafin's manipulative tactics. He unleashed a forceful kick, sending her sprawling to the ground, gasping for breath. Standing tall over her, Zaher's voice resonated with authority and a hint of satisfaction.

"That's enough, Syafin," he declared firmly. "You've pushed us too far with your deceit and mind games. It's time to face the consequences of your actions."

As Syafin lay defeated and stunned, Zaher turned his attention to Tasha. His gaze softened, a glimmer of empathy shining through. He reached out to her, urging patience and introspection.

"Tasha, take your time to think about it. The truth will reveal itself in due time," he advised, his words carrying a sense of wisdom and understanding. Despite not knowing Tasha's true identity, Zaher recognized the significance of her decision and the weight it carried.