#lgplot

A bit of time had passed since the deaths of the otome gamer and electropop artist, and once again things had grown quiet in Flagfall Manor. Quiet was never good - it meant the Black King was off hatching some sort of far-fetched motive, or planning surprise performances for his robotic son. Instead of wondering if he would gather you all again, you wondered when. 

The loudspeaker crackled to life. Ah, there it is. 

“You all know the drill. Foyer.”

As you all gathered it began to sink in just how few of you there were left. The group had been halved, and if this gathering was going to go where you thought it was going to go, it would soon grow smaller. 

“Good morning. I assume you all know why you’re here, so I’ll get to the point. Today’s motive is special. One of you has been working with me since the start - a traitor or mole, if you will. However, they aren’t exactly as useful anymore. I could just kill them myself, but they haven’t broken any rules. So I decided to make it into a game. The traitor counts as three people. Do you know what that means?”

Was he implying what you thought he was?

“That’s right. If you kill them and get away with it, you win. You get to go home. If you don’t...well, that’s unfortunate.”

And with that, he left. No parting words or anything. 

...

...

Someone wasn’t moving. 

You wondered if this person had fallen asleep after playing dead, however something in your gut told you something far more sinister had happened. Maybe it was instinct. Maybe you had been in this hellish game for so long you could sense death. Hesitantly, some of you approached a bit closer. And you found that your suspicions were 100% correct. 

The sight of Ryuzaki’s body was definitely concerning. As people gathered, quiet gasps could be heard. Once again, another familiar face was found lifeless. It was definitely hard to stomach. Ken Sugita caught up with everyone, and upon seeing the body, he quickly turned pale. He stepped back from the group, feeling faint. He confessed to the others that he needed to stop by the infirmary for a moment, and of course, a few people followed. Whether out of concern for a friend, or needing a little fresh air from the scene themselves, you all made your ways up to the infirmary... 

Niru trembled a bit, keeping a sad smile plastered on their face. They had no objections. They knew what they deserved. Even if they had any kind of doubt, there was no place for it now.

Niru Nanzo would finally get what they wanted.

The night after Niru’s secret had gone by without anything of note really happening. Although some of you had remained awake longer than others, ultimately you all had gone to bed without anything of note really happening. As you wondered if your secret would be the one revealed tomorrow, you drifted off into sleep. 

Well, at least until you got the knock at your door. Puzzled, you answered it to find Roxanne Kagome, trying to get your attention. Despite the mysterious circumstances, she didn’t seem too worried. Maybe it was no big deal. 

Once she had gathered all of you, however, you soon realized that this couldn’t be further from the truth. She led you all to the foyer, where you had found yourself frequenting a lot the past few days. The roulette wheel was still there, but yet there was something else there. Something that you had begun to get used to the sight of. 

It wasn’t possible. It couldn’t have been happening. There was absolutely no way she could have been caught. And yet? There she was, facing down the barrel of a metaphorical gun. There was no time left for talk, her classmates were already looking at her in disgust. Though, how ironic it was, how different their opinion of her had been merely moments ago. It was all so laughable.