When Midnight Strikes at the Crematorium, a Father Discovers His Daughter-in-Law's Dark Mob Secret Inside the Furnace
👉 Previous choice: You followed Captain Sadowski’s orders and were forced into a side holding cell.
The heat in the small holding cell grew steadily, an oppressive blanket. Outside, the retort furnace roared, an unending, consuming sound. I pressed my ear against the cold steel of the cell door, but could hear nothing beyond the mechanical inferno. The muffled pounding I had heard earlier was long gone.
Hours crawled by. Eventually, the roaring tapered off, replaced by the soft hum of cooling systems. Then, silence. Absolute, chilling silence.
Days later, they released me. Captain Sadowski had filed a report declaring I’d suffered a “severe psychotic break” and had “tampered with municipal machinery.” My twelve years of meticulous service were erased. I was fired without a pension.
Leo tried to understand, but Clara’s quiet reassurances and my own agitated, incoherent explanations only made him look at me with concern, a kind of sad pity. They called it “vascular dementia.” My family, the police, the local authorities—they all dismissed my story. I was isolated, labeled delusional.
I lived out my remaining years in a quiet, paranoid solitude. Every night, the memory of that frantic, violent pounding inside the furnace haunted me. I never learned who was in there. I never learned the full extent of Clara’s operation. The truth remained trapped in the silent, burning heart of the crematory.
⚠️ BAD ENDING / GAME OVER
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