Epigraph
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‘Kill,’ is a word I’ve used multiple times but it didn't cross my mind that I would have to do it.
For most of my life, I’ve seen people offer their hands to others for the sake of those who cannot stand alone. But, the law of the world has never changed.
As my heartbeat ring through my ears, it has all become evident. In order to survive this inhumane world, there’s nothing else to do but to kill.
"Ayoko pang mamatay." I whispered to myself as I pulled the dagger on my enemy's chest. Her blood was everywhere. I can smell the rustic scent of the blood as I watched my hand tremble with fear.
My first kill.
1 Island, 40 students.
This was the game made by those ruthless billionaires. A cruel reality where they let us kill each other just to pleasure and entertain their f**k*ed up sanity.
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