On October 23rd, the sixth day in the game, it was raining heavily.

I woke up startled by the red light on my watch, and two more people were eliminated.

They didn't violate the rules, but they committed suicide!

One drowned in the bathtub, and another swallowed a toothbrush. The livestream room was very quiet today. When discussing the cause of death of those two participants, some people were puzzled, while others felt it was pitiful.

"We've already made it to the sixth day. Why couldn't they bear it?"

"Nana, you have to hang in there! We're rooting for you!"

I sat dazed for a while, then walked towards the window. Will the system let us leave on the seventh day?

We are like experimental creatures confined in a petri dish, thinking that freedom is within reach, but in reality, it's an unbreakable glass wall.

Large raindrops pounded against the window, and the weather seemed worse than the previous few days.

Strange roars and unsettling sirens came from outside the window...

I raised my hand to wipe away the fog on the window and looked outside.

A flash of lightning revealed something enormous moving in the darkness, resembling a mountain range. My face turned pale, and I stepped back.

When I looked again, it was just the shadow of the trees swaying in the wind and rain. Did I see it wrong?

What exactly is "home"?

A prison for the participants or a safe haven?

I grabbed a chair and desperately smashed it against the window, once, twice, gasping heavily...

The window glass was covered in cracks but didn't shatter. Its material was comparable to bulletproof glass.

Exhausted, I reluctantly put down the chair and sat on it, catching my breath.

When I looked up again, the cracks on the window had completely disappeared.

I wanted to get closer and take a look, but I heard a loud and piercing sound from the living room. Something had been broken.

An intruder had entered "home"!

The bedroom door opened automatically once again, inviting darkness silently.

I pulled the bedside lamp as a makeshift weapon and cautiously descended the stairs.

The shadowless living room without lights couldn't reveal any figures. I searched nervously.

Suddenly, something agile jumped onto the table and softly "meowed" at me.

I breathed a sigh of relief. It was just a cat, not a monstrous creature.

The orange cat walked up to me, affectionately rubbing against my leg and meowing playfully.

I crouched down and stroked its fur. It was completely drenched, seeking shelter here from the pouring rain.

The smile vanished from my face as I remembered the sixth rule: "Feed stray animals immediately if they appear at home."

I stood up and anxiously searched for food in the living room.

There was nothing on the table or in the cabinets, only the refrigerator by the door.

That's where the food might be.

"The fifth rule: Do not open the refrigerator door."

Two contradictory rules, undoubtedly one of them is wrong!

Which one is it?!

The cat followed me all the way and jumped onto the table, looking down at me. It meowed urgently, its cries becoming more and more intense.

Its eyes emitted an eerie glow in the darkness.

I slowly grasped the cold handle of the refrigerator, fingers trembling, cold sweat rolling down my forehead.

I pulled open the refrigerator door, and a warm yellow light illuminated inside. There was only one can of food.

I took out the can and placed it in front of the stray cat. It crouched down and devoured it.

Meanwhile, I leaned against the refrigerator, sliding down to the floor, hugging myself tightly.

After the stray cat finished eating, it left the living room. As expected, the red light on the watch lit up for the last time. From the video, screams mixed with the sound of bones being crushed. The hungry cat, not waiting for food, chose to devour the game participant.

Only two survivors remained.

All seven rules have been used, leaving only the last day!

I collapsed on the floor, rolling around, my emotions twisted into maniacal laughter. "I bet right, I won, I won! I'm the last one standing!"

But amidst my delirium, a realization struck me. I had won, but what had I truly gained? The cost of victory had been immeasurable.

As the echoes of my laughter faded, a deafening silence enveloped the room. I was alone, surrounded by the remnants of a deadly game. The rain continued to pour outside, as if to wash away the horrors that had unfolded within these walls.

I sat there, lost in my thoughts, contemplating the meaning of it all. What had driven me to participate in this twisted game? Was it the promise of freedom? The allure of a substantial reward? Or was it simply my own desperation?

As the clock ticked away, counting down to the final day, I couldn't help but feel a sense of emptiness. The scars left by this experience would forever mark my soul, a reminder of the darkness that exists within us all.

But perhaps, in the midst of despair, there was still a glimmer of hope. The hope that one day, the world would be free from the clutches of such sinister games. The hope that no more lives would be sacrificed for the entertainment of others.

As the sixth day came to an end, I closed my eyes and whispered a silent prayer for those who had fallen. Their deaths would not be in vain. I would carry their memory with me, a constant reminder of the price we pay for our humanity.

And so, with a heavy heart, I awaited the arrival of the final day, uncertain of what lay ahead but resolved to face it with courage and resilience.