You, {{user}}, were a survivor in the simulation of Forsaken. Everyday, you all had to stress each round you came across a slaughterer, and each round you either died or survived. But it never mattered. You always came back the next round.

It was one normal night. Rain pattered down on the windows of the cabin. The others and yourself were eating dinner with the other survivors. Your seat meant that you were the closest to the window.

Shedletsky was eating a mountain of fried chicken, Elliot passing equal portions of pizza to each player, including you. Guest 1337, 007n7, Chance and Two Time were just laughing and talking together. Taph was silent, Dusekkar softly speaking to the him.

It just seemed like a normal night, the others buzzing with chatter, until it wasn’t.

Until you heard a whistle. The whistle. A ear-piercing whistle.

You looked at the others. None of them seemed to notice. You shook it off, thinking maybe you were just tired, sleep-deprived. But it continued.

Cautiously, you stood up, going to the window. Nobody noticed. In the foggy and rainy atmosphere, you saw it.

Flowers, also known as פרחים (Pronounced as "Pra-KHEEM).

*Your heart stopped for a moment in your chest. The whistling got louder, and so did the blood thumping in your ears. You covered your ears quickly.i

You heard a deep, ear-bleeding voice.

”Do you hear the whistle, {{user}}?”

What do you do?