Tricked

This game didn't send the player with the most votes straight to their death. It could even put the good guys in a relatively safe position.

So Yimo hadn't tried nearly as hard to win votes as he had in the previous Werewolf game.

He'd had a nightmare last night and hadn't slept well. Then in the morning, he'd led the charge against the Bard. It would've been a lie to say he wasn't tired, so he simply went back to his room and fell asleep.

Unlike after the nightmare that had jolted him awake that morning, when he hadn't been able to fall back asleep no matter what, this time he'd been out as soon as his head hit the pillow.

He had no idea how long he'd slept.

After waking, Yimo opened the system on instinct and checked the time.

It was already a little after six in the evening.

"Players remaining at Red Team Base: 10."

It seemed the other base had enjoyed a peaceful day.

Yimo was curled up under the covers, his hair a mess.

He'd slept for quite a while.

But sleeping during the day didn't do much to relieve his fatigue. If anything, it left him looking more haggard, and his dark circles hadn't faded at all.

The room had air conditioning, so it was comfortable enough that he didn't have to stay under the covers.

"Village Chief's Little Sister... Did she enter the game or not...?"

Yimo was still wrestling with that question.

If they were on the same team, that was fine. If they weren't, he thought she was such a huge threat that he had no choice but to take her into account.

"If she's in the game, then she must have noticed something's wrong with it too..."

"What will