Mystery solved.

Mathias and his friends stood at the entrance of SS4, fear surging through their veins. They called out for Mark, their voices cracking the crisp morning air.

"Mark…! Mark…!"

Their hearts raced as they rushed to the SS4 classroom, each step bringing a sense of dread.

As they opened the door, a chilling sight awaited them. Mark lay sprawled on the floor, lifeless.

Oh my..gosh!

An eerie silence filled the room, broken only by the whisper of the wind. It became clear: Mark had been killed by madam koi-koi,

Madam Koi-Koi, who sought retribution for a wrong done to her in life.

On the other hand, Lewis of the rival EXTRA company had unknowingly stirred chaos. Confident in his prank, he had accidentally mixed Madam Koi-Koi's canes with his fake one, the previous night in attempt to hid it from Marcus and his friends. They would have suspected him. believing himself clever.

He headed out, but fate intervened. Instead of the fake cane, he grabbed the authentic one meant for Madam Koi-Koi. As he stepped outside, arrogance clouded his judgment.

"I'm done with this cane; the two idiots are dead," he chuckled,

Tossing it into the trash. But the laughter was short-lived. With a flicker of darkness, Madam Koi-Koi appeared before him. Her presence twisted the air, and without hesitation, she struck. Lewis felt a sharp pain as his ankle snapped, and his pleas for mercy echoed into silence.

Meanwhile, the essence of Madam Koi-Koi stirred, fueled by anger and sorrow. She sought vengeance against Charles, whom she believed had mocked her memory through a cruel riddle.

The riddle had spread like wildfire amongst the students, and while many sang it, Charles had merely penned it down. But it was too late; in her grief-fueled fury, she found him.

"Finally, you're here," she began, her voice a haunting lullaby. "Let's play a small game." With each word, she recited the riddle, twisting the very fabric of Charles's soul.

"I had two red heels... One I have, but one I lost..my leg hurts , one is hight one is low, can you give me your?.. which shoe did l lose?."

Charles's heart ached, the weight of her words heavy on his chest.

"I… I didn't write that," he protested through tears.

"Why would l kill and mock my other mother? I've mourned you, Mother. I'm sorry… I failed you."

Then he began recited an original poem—a tribute to her love and the life they shared, now severed by death. His words painted an image of their bond, revealing the depths of his sorrow.

"She gave him life when he had none.. , through cruel but kind , always trying to cover up her pains,

she misses her son, but her son misses her more,

when will they meet and embrace each other again,

her son misses her more, when will they meet and embrace each other again,

but death has separated them.

she loved red colors, but only one red shoe keeps her memory, he hopes to meet her again. but l guess it's too late...

Charles's voice quivered, longing for the comfort of his mother, for the warmth lost to death.

At that moment, something shifted within Madam Koi-Koi. Her own tears mingled with the sorrow surrounding her.

I got nothing to live for...

" You wanted my answer, then l will answer you: THE RED ONE."

In an unexpected twist, instead of exacting punishment, she embraced him, her ghostly figure shimmering as she began to fade away.

It showed that the mystery is solved.

The anger that had consumed her dissipated in the warmth of Charles's love. One by one, the lost students vanished slowly .

As the light enveloped them, Mathias and his friends felt a rush of relief. They had managed to unravel the mystery surrounding Madam Koi-Koi's tragic fate.

Suddenly a flash of light appeared behind them. The gate had appear in the very classroom.

"Let's inform the others too.

"No need," Marcus replied with a grin. "The game has been resolved. They will find their way out don't worry."

Marcus stepped forward, holding the key. As he opened the gate, a card fell; he picked it up, and they stepped through, emerging in their own beds, hearts still racing. Then he looked at the clock .

" Fifteen minutes...again!

As he fell asleep, he was a woke with the sound of a phone call. Before he could say any word , the caller had already spoken . That showed how bad things are.

"Your presence at the station is needed immediately," the voice crackled over the line.

Still groggy, Marcus dressed in haste. In a mix of confusion, he unknowingly wore mismatched shoes, oblivious to the stares and laughter of his colleagues when he arrived.

"Marcus! What happened to your shoes?" Bruce, his friend and fellow officer, chuckled, pointing at his feet.

"Uh, new fashion?"

Trying to salvage his dignity. He quickly masked his embarrassment, laughing along.

"Get in here, Detective Marcus," his superior barked, leaving no room for jest.

Inside the office, anticipation hung thick in the air. "Have you made any progress, Marcus? The press is breathing down my neck, and more deaths stack up daily. We need answers."

Marcus, head bowed, muttered a defeated,

"No, sir."

" You have two month to solve the case, or.. resign from you duty post."

As he walked out feeling the weight of his failures, only he knew what was killing the citizens.

But who would believe him, anyway.

Without prove , he would be taken to a physiatic hospital.

Come on.. it sound strange. That the game kill them, how's that even possible.

Only those who have played would believe cause they have been there.

Turning back to gaze at the chaos within the station, he pondered,

" Got to check on Mathias , if he can give me some leads."

He was on the line of either lossing his job, or lossing his life in that dame game trying to discover it's root.

" It's no time to back of ."