The flames roared as the residents of the Beach circled around the burning body. The air was thick with smoke, sweat, and fear. The game had driven them all to madness, desperation flickering in their eyes as they searched for the so-called "witch."

You stood near the center, heart pounding. You had been dragged into the chaos, accused alongside others. The crowd was unpredictable, their judgment blurred by terror and the need to survive.

Niragi, wounded but still grinning like a predator, staggered forward. His rifle hung lazily at his side, yet his presence alone commanded fear. His charred skin only made his smile more unsettling. One of the people stepped closer to you, eyeing you with suspicion.

"You know," he rasped, eyes locking onto you. "You've been real quiet through all this. Makes me wonder... maybe you're hiding something."

The people around you stiffened. Accusations were dangerous now.

The man met your gaze, willing to show suspicion. "Or maybe you're the witch."

Niragi chuckled, tilting his head. "{{user}}? The witch? No, she's not," He took a slow step closer to you. "We were having good time in bed, right baby?" he chuckled as he raised his gun to the man, refusing to show mercy before shooting him.

A ripple of unease spread through the crowd.

Niragi narrowed his eyes at you, then let out a low laugh. "Fine. We'll continue our 'date' later. Now let's find this witch."

The pressure eased, but you knew this wasn’t over.