"The story must be told."

Ten days have passed since the underground areas and literal water hell have been opened up for everyone to explore, and man, has it been a 10 days.  Shenanigans have unfolded for some, and for others, it has been a relatively peaceful romp. There’s not much to do, or much to see, so after some time, Dominique supposes you all may need a bit of spice in your lives. The good kind, not ghost peppers. Are ghost peppers in the castle just dead chilli peppers? YEs.

You all find those same stone podiums as before, but the room certainly feels more empty now. That’s what happens when people die, and the potential of death was looming over you right now. Not literal Death though, not yet.

Dominique’s voice was audible despite being in… well a difference plain of existence, it seemed. “I’m sorry for not communicating as much this time around. I’m still recovering a little from, well, everything.” Shayler borks. “You all remember what you have to do, right? I’ll be trying to keep this communication channel open, so you can ask me anything. I may not be of much assistance, but I want to try my best.

Trial Start!

It doesn’t take too long until you eventually hear the startled summons of Katsuo asking you all to gather in the Playroom of all places.

Masamoto appears on a stage, standing at a podium to a crowd of what seems to be countless skeletons- wearing gloves identical to Masamoto’s -sat in pews. They look like they’re about to give a speech, but for once in their life they seem like they don’t know what to say. They look around the room uncertainly for any kind of guidance, but there is none.

[cw for eye trauma]