"Bad move, Thirteen…" Thirteen looked up, noticing a stranger standing in front of him. Thirteen paused for a while but then realized the situation he is in. He put up his shield and prepared for an attack. The guy held his hands up but, he didn't seem threatened or scared.
"Relax, man… I'm not here to fight. I know what happened, Eleven was killed right?" The guy said in a calm whisper, Thirteen lowered his shield and stared at the man, "You shouldn't leave them be, Twenty-Seven could kill both of them easily."
"Wait… Twenty-Seven?" Thirteen asked, "Yeah, the killer… Twenty-Seven… He was carrying a ton weapon, he was trying to-"
"You were watching…"

"..."

"You were watching the whole time and you didn't even try to help us…"

The stranger remained silent, unsure of what to say. "YOU JUST STOOD THERE WATCHING!?" Thirteen shouted at the man. "Well truth be told, I sat in there watching, not stood". Thirteen dropped his sword and shield, and quickly ran up to the stranger, grabbing him by the collar of his torn up jacket with both hands, fuming with anger. "Why would you just stand there watching! You could've saved his life!" Thirteen yelled into the guys face, who seemed strangely unfazed by the situation.

"Why would I get myself killed for someone I barely know?" The stranger replied with a deadpanned expression, "And if I were you right now, I wouldn't be wasting my time here shouting when your friends could be in danger". Thirteen quickly let go of the stranger, and gathered his equipment in a panicked rush, realizing his friends were in danger. The stranger waited for Thirteen to gather up his stuff before speaking, "We should probably team up" The stranger proposed.

Sheathing his sword and keeping his shield at his side, Thirteen turned around to reply, "Why would I team up with a coward like you?" Thirteen asked with a glare. The stranger walk to the doorway, staring out into the rain, "Because everyone else has most likely teamed up by now and anyone who hasn't probably doesn't need to. I don't think you could take on two people at once by yourself, let alone someone like Twenty-Seven, so... what do you think?" The stranger finished turning around at the end to face Thirteen.

Thirteen pondered the offer for a minute, "Fine, but I still don't trust you... Who are you anyway?" The stranger turned around to face the doorway, ready to leave, "I don't really care if you do or don't trust me. As for your question, I'm number Eight". The two left the house and disappeared into the stormy night, leaving the house and, Eleven behind.

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"Nine! HEY! NINE!". Thirty runs through the rain, desperately trying to find Nine who suddenly ran off. He stayed cautious, watching for any suspicious movement in the bushes and behind the trees. Looking out for the murderer.

"Damn it, how could she run so fast?" Thirty stopped and catch a breath for a while. Not far from him, he noticed something. A figure standing in the rain. It was Nine.
"Nine!" He ran through the trees to get to her.

Thirty let out a sigh and said: "Nine! Why did you run away!? Don't you know how dangerous it is out here? What if we run into the killer!?" He kept shouting words into her, while she just stood there, not responding. After a while, Thirty noticed two dead bodies on the ground. The bodies have severe wounds on them and they're in the state of decaying.

Thirty just stared at the body with horror on his face.
Nine sobbed and whispered: "It's true, isn't it?"

"Huh?"
"It's true, that I can't do anything…" Nine looked down at the ground.

Thirty rubbed the back of his neck, looking around not sure of what to say.
"I'm weak, I shouldn't even be alive right now… I'm just using others to stay alive. I can't do anything to protect them." She sobbed even more.

"H-hey, don't say that! I mean, you're not the only one who is weak, you know!" He said in a calming tone, trying to cheer her up. Nine fell onto her hands and knees. Her hood fell over her head.

"Nine? Are you okay?" He kneeled beside her putting his hand on her shoulder.
"Thirty, can you do me a favor?" She asked.
"Y-Yeah! Absolutely! Anything!" He immediately answered, only to hear a death wish from her.

"Then end my life right here, right now." She said in a calm tone. Thirty looked surprised. He didn't expect her to say anything like that.
Not hearing any response, Nine turned to face Thirty. Her face was hidden, but Thirty can see tears flowing down her chin and her heartbreaking frown.

Thirty stared at her with a confused expression.
"Are you crying?" He asked. She looked away, wiping the tears off her face.
"Hey, cmon. No need to feel down. Just because Thirteen said those things doesn't mean you're like that, right? Just try to calm down. And there's no way I'm going to kill you, Nine."

Nine let out a sigh and stood up. She looked down at Thirty with an intimidating glare.
"We just met today and you're already acting so nice to me. We don't even know each other's name. What's wrong with just killing somebody you don't even know?"

Thirty stares at her eyes as he hears those words. He stood up and said: "Well, it's true that we just met today. But we're still friends, right? You and Thirteen helped me and treated my wound. There's no way I could do anything mean to someone who probably saved my life… and also. I guess because I kinda… like you." He rubbed his neck again, feeling nervous.

Nine froze for a while, "Wha-What the hell was that?" She said with a slight blush on her face. Thirty realized the situation and his face went red..
"Ah! No! I didn't mean it like that! Not that kind of 'like'! I swear! I mean, as a friend and a savior you know?" He answered nervously with a smile.

His dumb blushing expression suddenly changed into a more serious one. "You're not the only weak one here…" Thirty suddenly said in a deep raspy voice. Nine looked at him. "I'm just as weak as you, probably weaker. But look at me. I managed to survive this long alone. Let alone being with you. As the weak, we should stay together. And together we shall defend against the strong!" He said.

"I will protect you." He gave her a smile. Nine stared at him speechless. She smiled back and let out a sigh of relief. In a sweet voice, she whispered: "You're just like him."

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He's dead.
'I did it again…' The guy pondered.

'Eleven. I killed him. What the fuck am I even doing… I thought I was done with this. I thought I was never going to kill anyone again. What the hell is wrong with me.' The guy started whispering as he regretted his decision.

'All I wanted was to win the game, my plan was to stay alive without killing anyone. But of course, that is impossible. Twelve. I killed him as well, my first victim, he ran straight towards me with a sword in hand. What did I do? I chop his head off of course. Twenty and Eighteen. I was resting in the middle of the forest and saw them walking towards me. Both of them are armed. My body just moved on its own. Seven attacked me with her knives. Killing those people is acceptable, those people are evil. But killing Eleven… I wonder if that's the right thing.'

'I was walking through the woods and I saw a house, there was a light coming from it. I climbed a tree and saw four people. Four is too dangerous for the other contestants. Teams are dangerous, I need to eliminate them. But what if that's not the right thing?'

'I… I can't do this anymore. I can't handle the guilt. I can imagine what their family thinks. I will not kill any more people, I swear.' Suddenly he stopped, he noticed two humanly figures in the distance. They were both wearing a cloak around them, hiding their bodies and faces, one of them was carrying a bright torch in hand.

'Contestants…' Twenty-Seven thought, reaching for his sword. Already forgetting his decision. When his hand was right on the hilt of the sword one of them budged. They tried to pull out something too, but the other person who is carrying the torch stretch out their hand. Signaling them not to do anything stupid. The person stopped and looked down in shame.

The guy who was carrying the torch brought the torch forward to see Twenty-Seven's face clearly in the dark rainy night. The light shine brightly right into Twenty-Seven's face, causing him to put up his hand to cover his eyes.

"Who be there?" A deep raspy voice asked.
"Pfft! Hehehe!" The other figure started to giggle.
"That voice is too obviously made up!" She started to laugh softly.
"S-Shut up!"

Noticing the lack of seriousness in them Twenty-Seven sees this as a chance to strike. He pulled out his sword, charging towards the two. Those two noticed his action and looked at him. The girl realised that Twenty-Seven is trying to attack them and jumped in front of the guy who held the torch.

Then Twenty-Seven thrust his sword forward towards her. She dodged the attack and managed to grab Twenty-Seven by the wrist. She pulled his hand upwards and smack him down. In a matter of seconds, she was able to neutralize Twenty-Seven.

She put his hand behind his back and pushed him down on the ground. He groaned in pain as she grabbed his hands more violently. The guy kneeled down and glared at Twenty-Seven.

In a pissed off voice, he whispered: "A little advice, be careful who you're pointing your sword at."
"Tch." Twenty-Seven tried to free himself from the woman's grip. But unable to.

The woman pulled Twenty-Seven's hood off and took a look at his face.

"Twenty-Seven." She was able to recognized Twenty-Seven just by looking at his face, the other guy doesn't seem that surprised either.
The guy picked Twenty-Seven's dropped sword and started examining the sword carefully. There were some faint blood stains on it.

The girl noticed one more weapon on Twenty-Seven. The sickle tied beside him. She pulled it out and examined it. She looked a bit surprised and looked over to the guy.

"What is it?" He asked as she showed him the blood stain on the sickle's end. The guy looked at Twenty-Seven who had been constantly switching his head between the two. "Twenty-Nine?" The guy asked, tilting his head. Twenty-Seven didn't respond. The guy shook his head and said: "Eleven." Twenty-Seven paused for a while, surprised that the guy is able to guess correctly. The guy raised his head, looking satisfied that he got it right.

"You killed Eleven, didn't you?" He asked again, Twenty-Seven didn't say anything but lowered his head, hiding his face. Feeling the guilt and the regrets coming to him.

"Why did you kill him?" He asked one more time. "What did he do to you?"
Twenty-Seven gritted his teeth and yelled, "I wasn't trying to alright?"

"Oh?"

"I wasn't trying to. I was just trying to, survive. I wasn't planning to kill anyone. It was just the urge to survive…" He explained to them.

"Heh." The girl smirked. She thought that his explanation for killing is too stupid and cowardly.
"I understand."
"Eh!?"

"I understand, sometimes, I thought of that as well. Should I kill them? Should I trust them? In this game, it's kill or be killed. So it's no surprise if a contestant killed another contestant from fear of getting killed."

"Thank you…" Twenty-Seven whispered, facing down at the ground.

"But man." He said, "I have a proposal for you."

"We will not harm you, or try to kill you. Under one condition." He said. Twenty-Seven looked up at him in response.

The guy simply smiled and said: "Help us enforce a rule."

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Twelve (Gray Lane) Cause of Death:Missing head. Killer: Twenty-Seven

Twenty-Five (Sean Garret) Cause of Death:Falling from a great height. Killer: Four (Witnessed by Ten & Six)

Twenty (Ken Albert) Cause of Death:Heart malfunctions. Killer: Twenty-Seven (Witnessed by Seven & Eighteen)

Eighteen (Douglas Evandar) Cause of Death:Severe wound on the lower abdomen. Killer: Twenty-Seven (Witnessed by Seven)

Twenty-Nine (Alex Taufik) Cause of Death:Blunt force trauma.Killer: Eleven (Witnessed by Thirteen and Thirty-Two)

Eleven (Henry Summit) Cause of Death:Severe wound on the lower abdomen. Killer: Twenty-Seven.