THE WEREWOLF GAME : MAD PRISON

A DOORS TO SECRETS

The sun had risen on the fourth day of the intense werewolf game, casting its light on a nervous Kujik who found himself walking through a desolate area. His mind was filled with fear and uncertainty after witnessing Zaher's shocking revelation as the serial killer. He couldn't shake off the image of Zaher's ruthless actions.

Kujik and Izzah, their hearts pounding with fear and shock, watched as Zaher mercilessly took down their teammate, Syafin. The sight of their trusted comrade falling at the hands of the serial killer sent shivers down their spines.

Izzah, her eyes wide with horror, turned to Kujik, her voice trembling with uncertainty, "Kujik, what do we do? Zaher... he's a monster!"

Kujik, his face twisted with a mix of anger and fear, contemplated their next move. The reality of the situation was sinking in, and their plans were crumbling before their eyes, "Izzah, we can't stay here. Zaher is too powerful, too dangerous. Our lives are at stake."

Izzah, her voice laced with desperation, pleaded for an alternative, "But what about our mission? We were supposed to dominate this game, eliminate our enemies! Are we just going to retreat?"

Kujik, his gaze hardening, made a difficult decision, "Izzah, survival comes first. Zaher's reign of terror has come to an end, but there are others who seek to destroy us. We need to regroup, rethink our strategy. Retreat for now, but remember, we will come back stronger."

Izzah, torn between loyalty and self-preservation, reluctantly nodded, her resolve wavering, "Fine, Kujik. Let's retreat... for now. But mark my words, we will find a way to overcome our enemies and claim victory."

The announcement echoed through the air, declaring the elimination of Naqib and Syafin, the villagers, and Zaher, the notorious serial killer. Kujik and Izzah stood frozen, their eyes widening in disbelief. The news hit them like a wave of conflicting emotions.

Izzah, her voice trembling with a mix of shock and relief, turned to Kujik with a glimmer of hope in her eyes, "Kujik, did you hear that? Zaher is gone! We're finally free from his reign of terror!"

Kujik, his expression a mixture of astonishment and triumph, struggled to find the right words, "Izzah, this... this changes everything. We thought Zaher was invincible, but he's been eliminated. It's a game-changer for us."

As the reality sank in, their fear of Zaher dissipated, replaced by a surge of newfound confidence. The weight of his presence lifted from their shoulders, and a sense of liberation washed over them.

Izzah, a smile of relief spreading across her face, couldn't contain her joy, "We did it, Kujik! We survived, and now we have a chance to turn the tide in our favor. This is our opportunity to rise above the chaos and reclaim our dominance."

Kujik, a spark of determination igniting in his eyes, nodded in agreement, "Indeed, Izzah. This is the turning point we've been waiting for. We must seize this moment, regroup, and forge ahead with renewed strength and strategy. Our enemies will tremble before us."

With their hearts brimming with a mix of relief and determination, Kujik and Izzah knew that the game had taken a dramatic twist. While they mourned the loss of Naqib and Syafin, they couldn't deny the surge of elation at Zaher's demise. It was a pivotal moment that fueled their resolve to fight harder, outmaneuver their opponents, and claim ultimate victory in the treacherous game they were immersed in.

As they celebrate Zaher's demise. Suddenly, Taufeq storms into the room, his presence commanding and powerful. He charges towards Kujik, forcefully spearing him and throwing a flurry of punches. Each blow lands with a resounding impact.