"How am I supposed to prove my innocence when all of you suspect me?" Bald Uncle shouted irritably. "It's not like I have an identity card to show you! Besides, I already explained myself, and didn't you all still point at me?"
"What good would it do to say anything else now?" He swept his angry gaze over each of them. "You want to watch me make a fool of myself, desperately defending myself over and over like a clown. Well, I won't give you the satisfaction."
"Aren't you taking things a little too far?" Blonde Woman looked at Bald Uncle as though he were a freak. "You were the one who started trouble. Why are you making it sound like we're all deliberately picking on you?"
"Exactly. Anyone with any sense would suspect you with that attitude." Fat Man immediately chimed in, looking at Bald Uncle with contempt. "You claimed you'd played Werewolf before, too. Sounds like bullshit to me."
Blonde Woman quickly added, "Not necessarily. Having played doesn't mean you're any good. Playing once or twice still counts."
"True enough." Fat Man nodded repeatedly, wholeheartedly agreeing with her.
"Who are you two trying to disgust with that little double act?" Bald Uncle sneered. "You've already decided it's me. Nothing I say will make a difference."
He stood up, stripped off his jacket, and rolled up his sleeves. "Come on, then. Vote for me and fight me!"
Everyone froze.
None of them had expected Bald Uncle to abandon his chance to defend himself and actually ask them to vote for him.
Once those votes were cast, everyone would be allowed to kill Bald Uncle. It meant certain death.
Was Bald Uncle really unafraid of dying?
Or was his special ability so powerful that he was confident he could protect