Twelve powerful people are kidnapped and imprisoned in an empty hotel.
Each one of them has three choices:Live out the rest of their days peacefully in the hotel,
Die by suicide so the rest of their companions can go free,
Or murder one of their companions so they alone can go free.
The Only Way Out is Death follows the story of these twelve people from the perspective of a young lawyer, Kiriaki, told as the events unfold. She has to forge messy alliances, navigate complex relationships and feuds, and, above all, try to stay alive. Meanwhile, the mastermind of this death game is lurking just out of view, watching them closely, making sure they are primed for murder.
Will Kiriaki find the mastermind before it's too late for her?
Will she outmaneouvre the cutthroats before they cut her throat.
There are twelve selfish lives in the hotel.
Will it end in twelve selfish deaths?
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Read an Excerpt from The Only Way Out is Death
I check my watch, and I feel sure I’m not the only one doing so. We’re already minutes overdue, and to a lot of these people, time is very much money. The organiser is most definitely going to get a firing. Speaking of which, if we don’t get out soon, the tension in this room might well just—
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What the fuck was that? Was that an explosion?!
I regain my balance and look around. Everyone is alarmed. Some are picking themselves up from the floor, while one or two are already trying the doors. The meditating lady has still not unfolded her legs but is simply staring at everyone around curiously.
‘Locked!’ ‘This one too!’
‘What the fuck is going on?’
We can hear screaming from somewhere in the building. A fire alarm goes off and there are calls for evacuations.
‘Call someone!’
‘There’s no fucking network!’
‘I don’t have any either!’
‘HEY!’ The douchebro slams on the door, calling wildly. ‘Get me out of here, you fucks! Do you know who I am?!’
In the middle of the pandemonium, amidst the sounds of the raging alarm and the shouting of the occupants of the room, a low, continuous hiss fills the room. My nose fills up with a rancid smell that makes me want to gag. I look around and I see everyone having a similar reaction. The balding man is the first to drop to the floor, and, one by one, others begin to drop as well. Soon I can feel my own consciousness fading. I can feel myself falling...falling...falling...but before the impact, I’m already gone.
About the Author:
Varun Gwalani is the author of three novels and multiple short story series, most of which will be featured on Saga! His work spans multiple genres and styles, sometimes in the same work itself, and focuses on mental health activism and awareness, particularly for OCD. He currently works as a teacher, enjoys reading fiction and gaming, and hates talking about himself in third person.
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