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Previously

…As Rossi slid into a seat, the heavy weight of their scrutiny pressing down on her, a chilling realization washed over her. She was in. She was inside the serpent’s lair. But the question that echoed in the smoky haze of the ‘Lucky Seven’ was no longer about finding the killer. It was about whether she could survive long enough to escape. The game had indeed taken a terrifying turn, and she was now a pawn on a board she barely understood, surrounded by players who dealt in life and death with chilling indifference. The rain had stopped outside, but inside, the storm was just beginning.