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It’s definitely not about accepting new members or survival of the fittest. There have been countless initiations in the past, most of them ending without adding any members, and no one knows anything about the participants who did manage to pass the initiation.

I try to gauge faces from the masks or the builds, but they’re all similar—muscular, and tall—except for White Mask, who’s a bit leaner.

Still, it’s impossible to tell who is who.

Or search for the one that I should absolutely stay away from.

Scratch that.

I should avoid all of them.

They’re predators and I’m part of the prey. If I end up being caught by any of them, I’ll be ripped between their teeth.

My feet falter for a second too long, a second I don’t have, a second that everyone else uses to run toward the forest.

I turn around and follow after them.

My limbs shake with every move, but the promise I made beats behind my rib cage with the ferocity of a second heart.

The students run between the gigantic trees, oblivious to the gloomy air that hugs the compound and wraps around every nook and cranny.

With the lack of sun, and only so little light, the green trees appear dark, ominous, and stuffed with cult and demonic vibes.

Choosing to focus on the mission, I sprint to gain as much distance as possible. I come across trees on which small cameras and speakers have been strategically installed to cover the entire grounds, but I lower my head and run past it to avoid capturing the attention of whoever is watching these feeds. I doubt the members would use them to hunt us down, but they might.

After all, there are no rules in tonight’s hunt.

I slip behind the bushes, following a group of students I overheard whispering about some sort of strategy earlier.

Usually, I’d put as much distance as possible between me and others, but I’m here to observe how these monsters function.

The only way to stop deranged people is to study them first—get under their skin and understand their workings.

Only then will you be able to inflict any sort of damage.

I’m not the one who’ll cause that damage, by the way. I’m too physically weak for that. But I have perfect spying skills due to my superpower.

The group of three don’t notice me following them from my place behind the bushes. My shoes are silent and any noise I make by sliding between the trees is in sync with the sounds they release.

We cut some distance in the forest while moving at a regular pace.

They’re working smarter, not stronger. Instead of running and attempting to avoid the Heathens, these three seem to somehow know their way around the forest and are using that advantage to reach the finish line faster.

“Numbers seventy-four and eighteen eliminated.”

I flinch at the sound of the speaker, and I force myself not to think abouthowthey got eliminated.

The three I’m following, Five, Six, and Seven, don’t even pause at the announcement.

This must be a redo for them. Many who failed previous initiations may be invited back to the Heathens’ mansion if the members deem them worthy of another try.

One more reason why these are the perfect candidates to follow.

They push through fallen branches, and even though they’re not paying attention to the cameras, they tactfully slip between them.

The voice from the speaker echoes around us once and again, announcing the elimination of more numbers, sometimes in groups, sometimes in pairs.

Every time one of them comes, I jerk and alternate between breathing through my nose and mouth to remain calm.


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