Mafia game
Mafia Game_12: Struggle for Survival


After voting, during the free time given, the participants gathered around Seokjin. They looked at him with a rather burdensome gaze.


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"That was really cool!! To take a risk and make that choice..."


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"Haha- I feel so embarrassed when you say that... hehe"

While all the other participants gathered around Seokjin and chatted, Yoongi, who was on a nearby bench, saw them and scribbled something on his notebook.


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"...."

"Now, the civilian team will gather around Seokjin. The mafia team will keep some distance from Seokjin. I... will maintain an appropriate distance."


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"It's only 2 o'clock now."


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"Do you wish time would pass quickly? Why? Are you looking forward to the night?"


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"What I mean is... I just wish this game would end sooner..."


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"Are you sure you'll be alive until the end of the game?"

Jungkook, his face sharp, began to doubt every word others said. His voice grew louder as he spoke to Jimin.


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"Why? Is there something?"


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"That's not it..."

As Jimin was flustered and couldn't say anything, Seulgi, who was nearby, came over and interrupted the conversation between Jungkook and Jimin.


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"Stop it. Mr. Jungkook, you seem very excited right now."


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"..."

Jungkook finally regained his senses, ran his hand through his hair, sighed deeply, and apologized before going into his dorm.

As Jungkook entered the dorm, some of the participants nearby heard Jungkook and Jimin's argument and started whispering.


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"Jimin... Is there really something wrong?"


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"Is that so...? I'm fine..."


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"Just keep an eye out for it..."

Suddenly, Seokjin interrupted the conversation between the three and asked.


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"But... did you see my bracelet? I think I dropped it somewhere during the fight earlier..."


A remote corner of Mafia City. A few secretly gathered, far from the other participants.


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"What about the stuff? Did you steal anything?"


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"yet..."


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"I have one..."


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"Oh- who?"


Last night, after killing Hyunjin, we gathered in the conference room again, but a small argument broke out and we each went to our own rooms.

When Seungcheol closed his eyes, he couldn't sleep because he thought of Hyunjin dying with a bullet in his chest, bleeding profusely. He tossed and turned.

Then I noticed that my laptop was blinking continuously and opened it.



Seungcheol checked the contents written on the notebook, covered his mouth with his hand in pain to keep his voice from escaping, and then screamed loudly.


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"eww!!!!!!"

Although the sound wasn't loud, Seungcheol was a little out of breath from the loud exhalation.

Seungcheol grabbed his head and steeled himself.


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"That's right... Citizens kill people with their votes, right? I... I'm the same... I'm just struggling to survive..."

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It's been a while since I wrote... I hope you enjoyed it...


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