With the passing of the trial on Jamie Fenn for the gruesome murder of Jinori Roma, the the realization that a little less than half of the original 20 captives residing in the chateau are all that remain has begun to take its toll on most. It hasn't been very long either, barely even three months since you woke up in the chateau dining room, and yet a rousing eleven students have met their ends at the hands of not only each other, but more so at those of whoever it could be that locked you all away in here in the first place. You only wait; it has become almost habitual after all this time, to know to wait... and it wouldn't take long, as it normally doesn't when you get this feeling. However, it isn't what you're expecting. "Oi, bastards." You can hear Monobear clearly on the other side of the intercom, but the childish voice is somewhat warped and demonic sounding. Could it be the intercom or is it Monobear himself..? "Listen and listen good. We've been through a lot together, wouldn't you agree? However, I feel as though you've all begun to grow past me... past us, that is... but that isn't true, because at the end of the day, all of you are merely ignorant, naive, weak, pathetic, stubborn, greedy, ROTTEN little assholes, unworthy of comparison to any decent human being. We've grown so tired of you all, with the immature teenage bullshit and the constant moping and worst of all, the HOPE you all carry that you can make it out of here alive. Didn't we make it clear enough to you stupid fucks? The only way anyone ever has and ever will escape this delightful place is in a body bag or with the morning trash, where the micro portions your long dead friends or loved ones belong. So you want out so FUCKING BAD? WE'LL FUCKING LET YOU OUT." "But, we can't go losing tradition or playing unfair at the last chance, so we'll be patient enough to play one last game with you all. You know that we exist, yeah? That we're the reason all of you are in here, and you've had to watch one another lose it and kill with the hopes of tricking you foolish fuckers and walking out alive while the rest of you crash and burn? Well what exactly is there that's stopping you from solving the mystery? Who the hell are we? Are we some enigmatic overseers on the outside laughing at your escapades and waiting for you all to drop dead? Are we in fact hiding in plain sight? It's up to you to find out." "You bastards have until the end of the week to discover our identities, or you receive a front row seat to the reveal when we slaughter each and every last one of you. But look at it this way; at least then you'll finally be free. Upupu... upupupupu..!" You only stare in horror at the intercom as Monobear's demented laughter feeds through without pause, finally ending with the click of the receiver as the chilling silence cuts in once more throughout the chateau.