Novel & Cerita The Killer's Game Book

I flicked the hammer on the gun and barged into the kitchen. Nothing could have prepared me for what I walked in on. I was staring down seven gun barrels aimed at my head. Dread welled up in my chest and my stomach twists into knots. There were eight men squished up in my small kitchen. But only one had my heart sinking to my foot. Enzo Corretti. The King of New York. Without a doubt that is the man standing in my kitchen with a glass of water to his lips and a blank look in his green eyes. His file said he was handsome but Jesus Christ!

After getting approval from his superiors and the family, the FBI brought in New York's top criminal psychologist. The room was cleared, leaving only me and Miller behind the one-way glass. Dr. Hoffman's voice was deep and magnetic, like an ancient incantation. Enzo's breathing evened out, his eyes unfocused. He answered the first few basic questions smoothly, his expression growing peaceful. Until Dr. Hoffman softly asked the crucial question. "Enzo, take a deep breath. Tell me, who tried to kill you that night?" "Was it... someone working for Victoria Corleone?"

And I'd show that my entry in that game had only one goal: to win. -Put them in that room! *(Play song- Gangsta by Kehlani)* I heard the deep and masculine voice yelling in the background, echoing through the vast space of the abandoned warehouse. I walked slowly into one of the rooms, which was in a much better state than the rooms where the victims of my little game would be in. I heard heavy footsteps in the cold floor right behind me, taking care to serve me. I walked to the center of the huge room, where there was a table with three chairs around, and a small black leather couch; on the left side of the room there was a small counter with an electric coffee maker and bottles of alcoholi

"Death Reincarnate.” With a satisfied smile and the very words that are being carved unto the book with the symbols and marks that tells its existence and final title of this very grand game, but only into this very world. The book started to slowly turn into ashes and disappeared without a spec of evidence in front of her. She whispers. “Now, do you want to hear or see, yet maybe both of what my core sin is? Yet and perhaps the core sin of the prominent crowns of this very dimension?”

“And the person who provided me with the evidence was my father’s old financial advisor, Kevin. He didn’t board the flight that crashed because he was sick that day. After the accident, he went into hiding abroad.” “Recently Serena found him—and sent people to kill him. Why? Obvious. Because Kevin had already discovered the irregularities in her accounts.”

[Player Alice: Deceased. [Player Domine: Deceased.] ... The Great Hall was strewn with corpses. Killian stepped over the bodies of my kin, picked up the dagger, and gently wiped the blood off the blade. He looked into the air—staring directly at us behind the screen—with a provocative glint in his eyes: "Who's next?" "Want to be my 'Savior'? Come on then." "Send one, I'll kill one." My Second Sister and Alice were dead.

"Go on will you?" "As I was saying." This time Ten directed all his attention to Luna and Wei who seemed to be the only ones interested. "The name of the game is 'KILL THE SHITTY KILLER MONSTERS.'" "Definitely a shitty game." Emma quipped. "And I agree." Sandra nodded along In confirmation." Ignoring the both of them Ten continued. "The game is pretty simple. Like the name is implies. It's just killing those guys over there who can't come across from over here."

"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.

All the things he told me made sense. — He's coming for you, the killer. — How do you know? — Because that's what I would do. — How could you have done that if you've never seen me? A crooked smile formed on his lips. Who said I've never seen you? Do you know who the murderer is? — Maybe. Wolves disguise themselves as sheep, pretty one. Be smart, or you'll end up being eaten. It's all a game to me. If you keep this up, you'll be dead before I finish this book.

“Don’t you think it’s strange that a brand new knife was found at the scene? It’s almost as if the killer wants to mislead us into thinking it was the murder weapon.” “That’s exactly his plan.” I muttered darkly as the thought I’d had earlier flashed through my mind again. “We’re dealing with someone who thinks this is all just a game.”