Echo gazed wistfully towards the horizon, thinking of the endless possibilities of his life that he'd thrown away by participating in this game. Sure, the prizes were great, but perhaps the lottery was a better choice.
He returned to the village and raised his voice, calling out to the other strangers trapped in the same predicament.
"So, who are the werewolves? Look, no matter how you look at it, the werewolves are going to die anyway - if we find them all, they die. If they kill us all, they get blown up. Why get blood on your hands? You guys should just admit who you are and we'll leave the 'game' at that."
Echo looked around the group who had gathered, looking at each member of the game straight in the eye. "How about it?"
He returned to the village and raised his voice, calling out to the other strangers trapped in the same predicament.
"So, who are the werewolves? Look, no matter how you look at it, the werewolves are going to die anyway - if we find them all, they die. If they kill us all, they get blown up. Why get blood on your hands? You guys should just admit who you are and we'll leave the 'game' at that."
Echo looked around the group who had gathered, looking at each member of the game straight in the eye. "How about it?"