Epilogue

He turns with a smug grin plastered across his face; a chuckle escapes from his slim throat. He cuts the suspended noose from Vera's cold, broken neck and lays her lifeless body across the unkempt bed. As he leaves her room, he grabs the full tank of gasoline, and begins leaving a trail around the entire house. Each body, strewn lifeless throughout the house, and soon to be gone forever. With the flick of his wrist, the lighter drops to the ground, flames roaring along the trail of fuel.

Walking toward the water, he reminisces about his time on Soldier Island and the calamity he created within his game. Each of the 10 island inhabiters, growing more scared of their own shadows with each passing moment, worried that they were the next victim, questioning who U.N. Owen was and why he chose them. He snickers at the thought of them