Title: The Inescapable Darkness It was a stormy night on the secluded island of Rokkenjima, their private haven away from the prying eyes of the world. Arian, the owner of the island, had invited a group of close friends to experience its tranquil allure. But as the wind howled and rain poured relentlessly, they found themselves marooned within the walls of their grand mansion for two long and treacherous days. On the ominous evening of the second day, as they gathered around a candlelit dinner table, a chilling presence descended upon them. A letter, mysteriously delivered, bore the unmistakable wax seal of a one-winged eagle. The sender identified herself as Beatrice, an enigmatic witch, hell-bent on ending their lives before the storm subsided. Fear paralyzed the group as they exchanged bewildered glances. Could this be a cruel joke or a sinister plot? But deep inside, a shred of unease lingered, extinguishing any hope of innocence. Arian, the island's master, was the first to meet his demise. Found dead in his luxurious study, his lifeless body sprawled across the intricately designed desk. Behind it, a menacingly etched message read, "The dance of death begins." Anahita, Arian's beloved wife, succumbed to an equally grueling fate. Her lifeless form was discovered within the confines of a locked room, the key missing from its rightful place. The only clue was an eerie poem left behind, mocking the futile search for salvation. Mobin, a steadfast Iranian nationalist, would be the next to fall. His life ended within the fortified walls of his personal suite, its door sealed shut. Yet there remained no trace of the villain nor any plausible explanation. Ali, Saber, Amin, and MohammadMehdi, old rivals entangled in their own web of political ideology, were condemned one by one. Their deaths were macabre and impossible to comprehend, each passing marked by closed doors and impenetrable rooms. As the terror compounded, panic settled among the few remaining survivors. MohammadHossein, Amir, Jason, and Ramtin huddled together, their fraying sanity brought to the brink. They questioned each other's motives, searching for the faintest whisper of truth amidst their torment. All hope was lost, for neither perfect examination nor rationality could relieve them from the clutches of the unknown. Was it an elaborate ruse for vengeance? Or a manifestation of the witch's curse? The answer eluded them, as dark clouds consumed their once idyllic island. The story draws to its grim conclusion with the final words whispered through desolate halls drenched in sorrow. "When the seagulls cried, none were left alive." A haunting testament to the unyielding power of a malevolent force that had claimed their lives, leaving the world forever pondering the ambiguity of their demise. In the end, the true identity of the enigmatic culprit remains a chilling mystery. The sordid tale of Rokkenjima serves as a haunting reminder that even the closest of friends may harbor secrets darker than any storm that rages.