#;chapter 2

He fell deeper and deeper, to places unknown, to fates unknown. Did he reflect on his action, did he regret them? Did he regret savaging a stranger and pushing him to his doom?  Did he feel anything at all?

When he finally landed, it was in a small, metal encased room, the entrance above closing shut and leaving him in complete darkness. Then, the coils turned on, washing the room in a brilliant red glow. Coils lined the ceiling, the walls, everywhere, burning hot and filling the small room with heat.

He killed to escape the cold right? It was only fitting.

It only took seconds for the room to heat to uncomfortable levels. The Air it self was burning him as he breathed, as he lived, and the hot metal floor was melting through his boots’ soles. Everything was hot, everything was burning. Panic, panic, he had to escape, he had to get out.

Clawing at the walls, trying to find a loose panel, anything, anything to pry and escape from. He got in, he can get out!  But all he met was searing metal,  melding his gloves to his flesh. Everything hurt, everything burned, he could feel his insides cooking and he could only claw helplessly for an escape.

as it dragged on (perhaps it was taking too long?), panels opened up, shooting out bursts of fire and flooding the room with it. Fire, heat coils, hot air, hot hot HOT hot. He cries out in excruciating pain, still trying in vain to escape, running on pure, unadulterated Adrenalin. Even as the fire licked his flesh black and white, sloughing off everything from his bones, he tried, he tried until he buckled, tried until he couldn’t even scream anymore, tried until he was curled up and dead.

The feed continues to be bathed in fire, a moment too long perhaps, before mercifully ending. Even the warden blinked, almost... perplexed, as she dismissed you.

After a few moments, your warden and any missing prisoners had reported to the scene. (Warden shivers lightly at the still cold temperature as she counts the heads present).

“...Hm. To remind you all, I have provided you with a brief report on the victim on your devices. It is now your duty to investigate and discover the culprit behind this murder. Do not waste your own time this time.”  And with that she leaves, your devices ringing out to indicate the new file.

Vishkar Report 2:

Victim: Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu, 22

Discovered by: Break man,  Ceril O’Donnell, Geno

Cause of death: Complications of a fall

Time of death: 11:04 AM

The Victim was discovered in the center of the 1st floor main area, his back with limbs splayed. The body is on top of what appears to be a broken glass, as well the trial room teleporter.

There seems to be a small number of shallow scratches on the victim’s cheek and arm

The back of the victim’s head is currently bleeding.

Though you could feel the compound start to warm up, you still felt a chill. You’ll... have to do this again. 

About the crime scene:

There are shards of broken glass all over.

There is a single blanket laying on the floor, very close to the body

If people were to look up, they’ll see what looks like a second blanket hanging limply from the 3rd floor  balcony.

You have two weeks to investigate ! Send investigation asks here, or message mods on discord!  

Please post all discoveries made on Discord on Tumblr, for linking purposes.

You can question other muses and ask questions and for testimonies, including Symmetra! Mind, that no one, innocent or guilty, has to tell the truth or answer at all.

If you wanna clear out where your muse was or what they saw, message a mod. Mods will tell you what your muse saw, or ask you to change it if your muse shouldn’t/couldn’t be in that area at that time.

The trial will start when either all evidence has been found, or August 2nd!

The trial will start no matter how much evidence has been collected, and more can not be collected after it starts.

You all enter the boardroom, varying level of anxiety, of anger, of morbid curiosity of what’s to come, swarming among you. Your warden sat in the chair, as she did last time, this time alone. There was no briefcase, just a sense of dread. 

“Good morning,” She greets, her tone monotonous as always. “As you have assumed, I am here to provide for you another motive. As this facility is, for the most part, sealed, we have full control of everything within it. Including the temperature.”

  Some of you  blink in vague confusion. Temperature? She easily brings up a hologram screen, showing it towards the rest of the group with a bored casualness. The image of a thermometer and the temperature listed in plain numbers.  Yep. Temperature. 

“As you can see, the current temperature within this facility is 70 degrees fahrenheit, or 21 degrees Celsius. Every day, the temperature will drop one degree until a murder occurs. You all have approximately a month to commit a murder before the facility reaches freezing temperatures.”

“And it will only continue from there.”  With that she sits up and walks out, everyone looking between themselves. It wasn’t an ungenerous ultimatum, but, neither was the last one either. In a sense.

Though it was still plenty warm, you had chills.

How soon will someone crack?

You can volunteer your muses fro Killer, Victim, and plot roles now! Send a message to this blog or a mod on Discord!