All 23 remaining TripleS members gathered back at the house, tension thick as rumors spread of a saboteur. Whispers darted between them like shadows, names half-spoken before being swallowed by fear. Some clutched water bottles with trembling hands, others avoided eye contact entirely.
The air felt colder now, heavy with the knowledge that one of them might be calculating their next move. Somewhere deep in the house, a faint but deliberate *click* echoed, like a lock sliding shut.