Rules are a prison, those who escape will die
Entering the werewolf killing world with strange rules, I only have the last life left.
When I got the civilian card at the beginning, I killed the prophet in advance, but was judged by the enforcer as breaking the rules.
The second time I kept silent and closed my eyes, the witch who was a bystander was killed by a werewolf knife, and everyone was eliminated.
Reborn again, I found that all players had become puppets that could only repeat actions.
And the shadow behind the werewolf was smiling at me across the card table and whispering:
"Shhh - don't tell them, you remember every death."
Intention: In the cage of absolute order, the only variable is created with the memory of flesh and blood, and the gap of new life is opened on the road of self-destruction.
