Sisterhood

There are things worse than death. Chiara awakens to a new nightmare—not one where she fights for her life, but one where she must face the brutal reality of her sister’s demise.
She sees it on the screens: Michela annihilating Ambra with a terrifying mix of cruelty and glee.
Chiara’s silent tears contrast with Michela’s sadistic laughter, as the killer coldly brags about her execution, showing no remorse—only pride. This is no longer just a battle to the death. This is personal. This is a reckoning. Hatred and the thirst for revenge now burn within Chiara like a second heartbeat.
The Death Room doesn’t just destroy bodies—it tears through souls.

Chiara’s desperate revenge

Chiara lunges at her sister’s killer, unchained, wild and raw. It’s no longer about escaping. It’s about making her pay. The room becomes a pit of rage and pain, where you’re not just watching a battle—you’re feeling it. The screams, the thuds, the tears and every second is soaked in the memory of Ambra. You want Chiara to win. You need her to survive.
But Michela is relentless. She retaliates with unmatched violence. Yet today she is not facing an ordinary woman. She is facing a storm of fury, a heart ripped in two. Knees rain down, scissors cut deep, chokes are locked tight. Objects fly, skulls slam against the floor. Hair is yanked, faces distorted in agony. The two bodies lock together in tangled violence, a brutal struggle of strength and will. Neither will stop. It’s not just life at stake—it’s dignity, memory and justice.

This is for my sister!

No… it can’t end like this! Chiara is down, her neck pinned beneath Michela’s foot, her body giving out. She’s seconds from suffering the same fate as Ambra. But from the edge of death, she bites. Hard. A desperate, animalistic act of survival.
The tide turns. Now it’s Michela on the ground, gasping, fading. Chiara mounts her and wraps the rope around her throat—not just to kill, but to end everything. Her scream pierces the air: “This is for my sister!” And with that, she crushes the life out of her enemy.
Then… silence. Michela lies dead. But victory brings no peace. Chiara stands over, but her eyes say it all: she’s more broken than ever. This isn’t over—not yet. Her soul still bleeds, and her end might come soon… at the hands of the one Ambra once called “friend.” (SFD794). You know what to do to put this puzzle together. Stay tuned.