First Meeting

The student's advisor yelled angrily at her colleague, "How can this be happening? You're supposed to know the weather forecast," with her voice echoing around the room. Now, the students are scared. This was the first time they had seen their teacher become angry, and they had not anticipated extending their stay. Everyone quiets down and stops speaking.

The co-teacher is unable to speak. He was rendered speechless, and his gaze fell to the ground. Even though his hands were trembling, he could not stop them by putting the object in his pocket.

The quiet is interrupted by a piercing scream. A young woman stands in front of the glass, her eyes wide with fear and her mouth covered with both hands. 

They thought the heavy rain was just an unexpected storm that hadn't been predicted. They came from several universities and were stranded at one rest stop due to an emergency climate warning. Everyone turned to face the window. Students and professors both had panic written all over their faces. Each female screamed, and several of them fled to their rooms. Dried leaves, stems, and dirt float through the air. The girl could see the vast tornado close to the cabin, a few kilometers away. It was at the summit of the mountain.

The adviser walked out of the room holding her phone and said, "Students, please remain calm. We will contact our emergency personnel at the school. Mr. Deil, please watch the kids." Mr. Deil responded to his colleague's question by nodding.

A student girl mumbles, "What will happen to us?" off to the side. 

There are still 15 students in the living room. The students are seated all across the room. They chose to maintain their composure despite their fear, and panicking will not help anything, not even themselves. 

The few remaining women were sobbing in their chairs. There is one woman whose face you will never see without some sign of dread, anxiety, or panic.

She leaned against the window and sat. The girl quietly sipped her coffee with her knee bent. Although a gray hooded jacket covers her eyes, you can tell from how she sits that she is staring out the window. 

The woman thought, "It won't last long." she smirked.

Fear had taken the place of their earlier pleasant day. They are coming to organize a retreat. Do things that are unusual for civilized people to do. They don't have their phones on them. For them to complete their tasks without difficulty, their teacher gathered them. The only option for the students is to wait for the announcement of what will happen. The tornado, which was large and terrifying, was approaching their location rapidly.

A student clapped. Stand up and move to the center, saying, "Guys, cheer up; that tornado won't reach us. We can still go home." His bright smile showed off his shiny white teeth, making everyone who saw them peaceful. He appeared to have nothing to fear, as his lips were smiling.

He jokingly asked, "Who wants to hear some jokes? None? Oh, come on, people."

He asked, "Why the rain and the lightning on the news?" to see if they were paying attention by looking at it. Some of the students are still concerned but uninterested. He tilted his head slightly to make the embarrassment go away in his head.

"Are you sure you want to know... it's shocking!" he continued, with a fake laugh that no one noticed.

"Oh, I have a second one."

He called out one of his classmates, "Jake."

The supposed classmate shrugged his shoulders and endeavored to grin at his companion. He arched an eyebrow as he turned to face him.

He boredom-questioned the guy who was standing, "What?"

The man smiled at the man's answer. Even though he had trouble changing the atmosphere in the room, he was glad that his classmate had noticed him.

"What did the giant raindrop say to the smaller one?"

He responded, "Two is the company, and three is a cloud." He attempted to laugh once again, touching his stomach while making a weird face.

"Stop it, Rem," Jake said.

One of the pupils remarked, "Yes, please stop it. You are not helping."

He brushed his hair and laughed, saying, "Okay, alright, if you don't want to hear my joke." Then he used his two fingers to touch his lips lightly and pretend to be thinking.

"Our teacher has notified the school, and assistance is on the way, so why not take your mind off things by playing?"

The students appeared to pay attention to what the young man said. They exchanged glances and seemed to agree on the solution. Other students took their seats around the guy, but the girl in the window remained seated.

She is calmly glancing out the window. She had heard the man speak for some time, but she wasn't listening. All she wanted was to return home and unwind in her cozy bed and dim room. The girl sensed that a lot of people were now staring at her. Instead of looking to her side, she chose to gaze outside.

"What is her name?" the man inquired of one of his classmates.

"Samantha, if you invite her, she won't come, either."

"Why?" the man inquired, his gaze fixed on the girl.

"She is alone and conversing with herself always."

The man approached the woman in question after hearing what the girl's schoolmate had said. He smiled and said, "By the way, I'm Remlend. Do you want to join us?" It was a clumsy introduction. He greeted her by extending his hand.

The woman didn't turn around or answer. The man didn't wait long before returning to where he had left off. Remlend had an odd feeling about the woman, but he ignored it and resumed the game he had stopped.

Samantha? Although she has a lovely name and appears to be an angel to humans, she is not bad.

"Okay, let's play murder wink," he suggested. All of the students agreed. 

"Has anyone played this game? Do you all know the gameplay?" he asked. 

Few students nod, but many more are unaware of the game.

"I'll explain it." 

"To win the game, the murderer must kill as many players as possible without being caught. If you are not the murderer, your goal is to catch the killer before you are murdered." He begins by explaining the game. The students listen quietly. The heavy atmosphere in the room gradually disappeared. The man glanced at the silent woman again and saw that the girl was also looking at him. Her eyes were like the tornado outside the cabin, absorbing my attention and making me go deep into the center of her interest. 

Jake snapped his finger in front of the man's face to get his attention. "Rem?" he called him.

He avoided the girl's staring by making a noise and calling him. He brushed his hair as his hobby.

"I'm sorry, where was I?" he smiled awkwardly. 

"Oh, yes, I remember. I'm explaining the game." 

"One person is secretly assigned the killer role for each round of play, perhaps by giving each player a playing card that indicates if they are the murderer. The murderer murders other players by winking at them, just like in the prior iterations. If a player is winked at, they have to count aloud to five, act as though they just passed out, and then either leave the playing area or lie on the ground where they died."

"Without naming their suspect, a player may say "I accuse" if they believe they know who the murderer is. The game now takes a break. Again, neither naming a suspect nor the accuser seeks a witness to support their claim. Both participants must simultaneously identify the same culprit when there is a second accuser. If they do, the match is over. The accusers are killed and removed from the game if they point to different players or innocent players. Players who are not the murderer are not allowed to wink, and none of the players are allowed to discuss who they think the murderer might be."

"Do you all get it?" Rem asked his classmate. 

"Yes," they respond in unison. 

"Let the murder wink begin!" Rem enthusiastically said.