After a sudden death, I was involved in a fatal game called "Judgment of Fate." Here, everyone receives a "death script" that details how they will die, only one of which is false. If you want to survive, you must convince everyone that you are dead.
While everyone was performing in despair, as an online editor, I looked at the blank script in my hand and smiled.
I am the only "variable".
I can see the "causal line" connecting each person to the cause of death. In order to survive, I began to use my professional expertise - make up, make up for me! I became the perfect "accomplice", enthusiastically helping people eliminate "death threats", but in fact, I added the final patch to their scripts; I kindly reminded my companions to avoid "fatal traps", but in fact, I led them to a real dead end.
They all called me a fool who was holding me back, but little did they know that when everyone died seamlessly, I, the "impeccable" survivor, was the one who deserved the most death.
They play death, and I create death.
