Shiori was in the music room, enjoying a Metallica record - Load - when the motive dropped. The ball had offered brief, temporary respite from the daily horrors of BeroBero Kingdom, especially after the bitch that was Cecile decided to stop harassing Takeshi and his little gang. Of course, the pleasantry was inevitably going to come to an end as quickly as it had started, and that was what the costume designer was waiting for as he lay sprawled out across a bench. Sure enough, his watch sprung to life, heralding the come of the newest motive. If he was going to be honest, it was a bit nerves-wracking. These past two motives were some of the most horrible yet. First, Shiori had been terrified heâd lose everyone he ever cared about: if that happened, he wouldnât even want to escape anymore. Heck, whyâd he even want to keep living? At least, that was what he thought back then. A lot can change though. But when he found himself turning to stone as a result of the last motive, he realized that wasnât true. His family was alive, yes, but that didnât mean that if they died, heâd have no reason to live. Shiori wasnât living because he had people he cared about. He was living for himself: so he could experience the world and meet people. And that was something to be proud of. If everyone he loved and cared about died, heâd be devastarted, like anyone would, but he realized that wouldnât be the end for him. No, he was stronger than that. And in this game, living for yourself was how you stayed alive. Heâd made a huge mistake in the fourth trial, letting his personal biases blind him into thinking that Akemi was a killer, and he still blamed himself for his stupidity. For all his talk, Shiori wasnât nearly as smart as he liked to seem, a fact he was finally coming to terms with. However, he couldnât just sit back and be miserable. Heâd let an innocent person die, and he was going to live with that for the rest of his life. All he could do was make sure he never made that grievous error again. But still, in spite of all this, he found himself worried by the coming motive. The past two could affect him so grievously, would he be able to handle a third? He read the motive, read it again, let it sink in. Holy shit, this was unbelievable. Shiori looked up at the ceiling, letring his arm dangle off the side of the bench. He knew what this meant. The mastermind had completely lost it. Things had clearly not been going so well, given Chihueâs recent behavior, but this motive? A wish for anything? Youâd have to be stupid to believe it. Thereâs no way to bring back the dead, and even if they were âimprisoned,â odds were the students in the dungeons had either died by now, or the mastermind had no intention of returning them regardless. Why would they? He was actually laughing, more than he had in a long time. Shiori jumped up. âWhat a moron! What an absolute fucking idiot!â Man, was he happy. Wishes were impossible, especially the kind the motive seemed to be offering. He turned up the music, loud enough that any passerby would be able to hear excessive celebratory metal music turned up to eleven coming from the room. Then again, perhaps it was too soon to get excited. It was best not to assume too much of his classmates: it wouldnât surprise him for one of them to actually fall for it. Ugh. His mood fell entirely as he sat down and groaned. If they were lucky, maybe theyâd get someone who wished that none of them other died, or for something for the good of the whole group, rather than something stupid. Not that the mastermind would ever grant that, he suspected. This motive wasnât as threatening as the last two: to anyone with an ounce of common sense, it wouldnât be a motive at all, but a period of respite. But still, there was always the chance someone was gullible enough to fall for it.
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