After midnight, an anonymous poll appeared in the homeowners’ group chat: “Which household should we eliminate tonight?”
My apartment, 1804, was leading by a wide margin.
The rules were simple: you had to vote, you couldn’t leave the group, and you couldn’t call the police.
The people voting for me were the neighbors who greeted me every day.
The next poll appeared immediately: “Choose how the occupant of 1804 will die: fire, drowning, a fall, or suffocation.”
Someone knocked at the door.
The police officer from 902 lowered his voice. “I know the truth about the forced demolition three years ago. They targeted you first because, ”
A message suddenly appeared in the group:
“Someone has made unauthorized contact with the target. The game is escalating.”
“Tomorrow night, we continue until only one household remains in the entire building.”
“Now the hunt begins.”
Sixty-three neighbors, sixty-three suspects. Every vote decides who dies first.
But the most terrifying question is this:
Are we voting to kill our “bad neighbors,” or the selves who stayed silent together three years ago?
