My name is Silvester Finch, a 35-year-old surgeon at Rosewood Hospital, a world-renowned institution located in London. Over my ten-year career, I have established a reputation for excellence, consistently saving lives, conducting groundbreaking research, and providing meticulous patient care. My achievements have been recognized through numerous awards and television appearances.
Currently, I am taking a well-deserved rest following a particularly challenging cancer surgery.
"That was demanding," I murmured, a hint of relief in my voice. "Fortunately, the patient is stable."
"Dr. Finch!" a nurse called.
"Yes?" I responded calmly, offering a reassuring smile.
"You have a letter," she said, placing an envelope on my desk before hurrying away.
"I wonder what this could be," I mused, my eyebrows furrowing slightly as I picked up the envelope. "It looks official."
I carefully opened the envelope and unfolded the letter within. The formal letterhead displayed the Southernville Academy logo.
"Dear Dr. Finch,
We are pleased to invite you to a reunion celebrating the graduating class of Batch 4, Southernville Academy. The event will be held on Sunday, February 23rd, 2025, at 6:00 P.M. at the Diamond Hotel Event Hall. We sincerely hope you will be able to attend and share in the festivities.
Sincerely,
The Southernville Academy Alumni Association"
The letter seemed authentic.
"A college reunion tomorrow?" I said, a smile spreading across my face. "It's been too long. I should definitely attend; I've missed my college friends."
I glanced at the clock; it was 9:30 P.M.
"I still have thirty minutes before my shift ends," I said, a note of enthusiasm in my voice. "I might as well draft a formal request for tomorrow's leave."
I went to my office and began writing the letter.
After some time, I completed the request and submitted it to the Human Resources department.
I glanced at the clock again; it read 10:00 P.M.
"Finally," I said, my voice heavy with fatigue, a yawn following the words. "Time to go home and rest."
I left my office and headed to the parking lot to retrieve my car and drive home.
After a peaceful drive home, filled with the quiet tranquility of the night, I finally arrived.
"Home sweet home!" I exclaimed, a sense of relief washing over me.
I entered my house, prepared my attire for tomorrow's reunion, and then settled down for a well-deserved sleep.
"Welcome to the game, Doctor. Let's call it… THE 'SUSPENSEFUL' WEREWOLF GAME!"
I jolted awake, startled by the eerie voice echoing in my mind.
"A dream," I whispered, my voice trembling as I struggled to catch my breath. "What was that all about?"
I glanced at the clock: 11:00 A.M.
"I overslept," I sighed, a familiar frustration washing over me. "It always happens when I'm off work." "I should at least buy some gifts for my college friends while there's still time."
I showered, dressed, and prepared to go to the mall.
"Alright then, let's do this!" I said, feeling a surge of enthusiasm.
I drove to the mall. After a short drive, I arrived and immediately began searching for gifts.
Hours later, having found the perfect presents, I headed home. The time was 1:30 P.M.
"Whoa, time's flying," I said, a mix of excitement and urgency in my voice as I drove.
I arrived home shortly after.
"Great, time to get ready for the party." I checked my watch: 2:35 P.M.
I went inside and began preparing for the reunion.
After hours of meticulous preparation, I was finally ready.
I checked my watch: 4:03 P.M.
"Better early than late," I muttered, heading to my car and driving towards the venue.
The drive was peaceful and quiet, though the distance was considerable. I enjoyed the solitude, a rare treat.
Unfortunately, I hit a traffic jam, causing me to arrive ten minutes behind schedule. Upon reaching the venue, I immediately began searching for the event hall.
"Damn it, 6:11 P.M. I didn't expect this," I grumbled, frustration evident in my voice.
After several minutes of searching, I finally located the hall. My watch read 6:17 P.M.
"Finally," I breathed, entering the room and closing the door behind me.
"Greetings—" My words were cut short as I saw nine familiar faces.
"None of these people are my classmates." I muttered to myself.
"Did I enter the wrong room? I apologize," I said, a wave of anxiety washing over me.
Suddenly, a strange gas filled the room, causing all ten of us to feel dizzy and lose consciousness.
"WHAT THE..." I said as my consciousness fades away.