Nightmare Game
Copyright© 2025 by CaffeinatedTales
Chapter 121
The second day dawned.
Footsteps echoed closer, and Henry arrived with several guards at their cells.
“I’m sure you’ve all had a unique and invigorating experience on the fifth level, so we’re opening up the fourth for you.”
“With the fifth now cleared out, we’ll seal it off for reconstruction.”
“Prepare yourselves, and come with us to the fourth.”
Ethan glanced around; the central Rehabilitation Tools and the sprawl of green jumpsuit corpses had vanished, not a bloodstain in sight.
A raging firestorm had scoured the level clean, leaving the Prison refreshed, almost pristine.
Under Henry’s lead, the group followed him to the elevator.
As it ascended, they stopped at the fourth.
Ethan mapped the layout along the way—lacking Ultrasonic Wave’s terrain scan, he relied on his memory to etch every path.
He quickly noted the similarity to the fifth level’s design, just scaled down.
That didn’t ease his guard; even subtle shifts could turn deadly.
Like the fifth, the air reeked of sharp blood, pierced by occasional screams.
This level mirrored the last, the same horrors unfolding.
From afar came ragged gasps, footsteps chaotic.
Ethan’s Hunting instinct pegged it: a wounded prey, cornered by its hunter.
Soon, a figure in a purple jumpsuit stumbled into view down the distant corridor, each step dripping blood that trailed like a crimson tail.
He kept glancing back, desperate to push forward; facing away from Ethan and the others, his features stayed hidden.
Ethan frowned, the silhouette tugging at familiarity.
The purple jumpsuit vanished into another passage, cutting off the view.
Thud. Thud. Thud.
The pursuing steps followed steady, unhurried.
And more—
Scrape ... scrape...
Metal dragging on stone.
Moments later, a man in a black jumpsuit emerged, hauling a heavy hammer; he ignored the guards, tracking the blood trail after the purple jumpsuit.
Just as expected.
In this Prison, black outranked purple, which outranked green.
A purple jumpsuit hunted meant a black one on the prowl.
Before long, Henry guided Ethan and the group to the ring-shaped area.
Black jumpsuits chased purples everywhere, the ground littered with hacked-apart human chunks.
Ethan scanned and spotted only black and purple jumpsuits—no greens in sight.
What pattern was this?
Did the three colors never share a level?
Or something deeper?
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