The city never really slept, but tonight…
Kuala Lumpur was eerily silent.
Those who had seen the last livestream refused to leave their homes.
And those who hadn't…
Their curiosity would soon be their downfall.
At exactly 12:00 a.m., phones across the city vibrated in perfect unison.
A new system notification popped up—
[Welcome to the Midnight Livestream. New Rules Apply.]
Unlike before, this wasn't just a passive stream.
This time, viewers were given a choice:
[Observe] — Watch safely… or so it seemed.
[Participate] — Enter the game. Risk everything.
But the cruel truth was—choosing "Observe" no longer kept you safe.
Across thousands of darkened rooms, people stared at their screens.
The stream showed a new location—a massive underground hall lined with hundreds of old rattan chairs.
Each chair faced a towering mirror stained with crimson handprints.
And in every reflection…
Viewers could see themselves sitting in one of those chairs.
A distorted, voice-like static crackled through the stream.
"The game begins anew. Only one survives. Who will take the final seat?"
Meanwhile, at the edge of Bukit Tunku, a small group of desperate survivors gathered.
They had discovered a horrifying truth—if they could find and destroy the original rattan chair, they might end the curse.
But time was running out.
The knocking had already begun.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
From all around them.
From within the trees.
From inside their own minds.
One of them, Amir, held a lighter with trembling fingers, staring at the old chair before them.
"Burn it!" someone screamed.
But just as Amir flicked the lighter—
The woman in white appeared, standing behind the chair, smiling wider than ever.
With a single glance, the flames
extinguished, and darkness swallowed the group whole.
On the livestream, the viewers witnessed everything.
And then…
The final message appeared once more:
[Would you like to take their place and survive? Y/N]
For some, fear overcame reason.
They pressed Y.
For others, they hesitated—
And that hesitation sealed their fate.
The scent of jasmine filled the night again.
And the knocking… never stopped.
End of Chapter 11