When I was called to the ceremony, I was alone with the killer Doujinshi Manhua

As the days dragged on, Jake's mind became a battleground of fear and suspicion. Michael's once familiar face now bore the mask of a stranger, his every move calculated and his eyes devoid of warmth. The doujinshi seemed to whisper secrets to him in the dead of night, tempting him with promises of power and escape. The room grew smaller with each passing moment, the walls closing in like a vice around their sanity. Jake could feel the weight of their isolation pressing down on him, suffocating him with the knowledge that the only way out lay through betrayal. And then, on a night when the shadows seemed to dance with a life of their own, Jake made a decision that would alter the course of their twisted fate. With a resolve born of despair and a flicker of defiance in his heart, he turned to face Michael, knowing that only one of them would walk away from this sinister game of survival. In that moment, as the doujinshi whispered its siren song of malevolence, Jake understood that the true test was not of strength or cunning, but of the depths of his own humanity. And as he raised a trembling hand to confront the killer standing before him, he knew that the final chapter of this dark saga would be written in blood and sacrifice.