Epilogue
The city lights blurred through the tinted glass as the car pulled Zara through the heart of the capital. Her face, once unknown, now filled screens and headlines: *"Final Survivor Speaks Out."*
But fame wasn't what she returned to.
Weeks had passed since she left the forest, yet every sound still echoed like the trial's chorus. Every face she passed reminded her of the ones she left behind.
The producers had offered her comfort. Silence. Sponsorship.
She refused.
Instead, she stood before the cameras, eyes clear and voice firm.
"This wasn't a game. It was a system built on fear. On entertainment fed by pain. We survived not by playing—but by choosing not to become monsters."
The world listened.
Some denied it.
Some cheered.
Others, the quiet ones—the ones like her—understood.
Zara didn't go back to her old life.
She started something new.
A foundation in the names of those who didn't make it.
A vow to end the cycle.
And every year, on the night of the blood moon, she sat beneath the stars—remembering the forest, the fear, and the friends she never forgot.
Because the Game of Survival never really ended.
But now… she played on her terms.
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THE END