#murder summary

Mina and Florence are repairing their relationship to some degree, though Mina harbors a deep hatred of Florence for wanting Akira dead so badly, then being so happy when they died. As they explore the kitchens, Mina attacks Florence with a kitchen knife, injuring Florence. Florence wrests the knife from Mina and injures her in return. Florence chases Mina into the freezer. Mina escapes through the vent and then seals the door behind Florence, and barricades it with a spice rack.

Florence scrabbled at the door to escape, but it was useless; likewise, she couldn’t climb up to the vent, knocking down shelves instead. Bleeding badly, she surrendered to her fate and began to wander around the rectangular freezer drawing portraits of all the dead students in her own blood and talking to them. Kaizo came last, and she cried over his portrait as she began to lose consciousness, her face smearing some of the blood as she slid away from him to die.

Florence dies of hypothermia, which was exacerbated by her wound.

Satoru believes that committing a double murder would allow them to break the system, but Kagaku is unconvinced until she presents him with a note forged in Momoko’s handwriting that shows the Otome Developer has been bullying Mina.

Using a fake note supposedly sent by Seiji, Satoru lures Rosaire into the spa to kill him, taking a pair of hair-trimming scissors to stab him through the neck. When the time comes, however, the most she can bring herself to do is punch him in the face. While this puts him down for the count for a little while, she abandons the scissors on the floor and flees to stop Kagaku from murdering.

Kagaku, meanwhile, takes a knife from the kitchen as well as some atropine from the spa (while Satoru was still working on the letter to Rosaire). He hides a lethal dose of atropine in a glass of hot chocolate, pouring himself an identical-looking glass and knocking on Momoko’s door to offer him some. Luckily for him, the motive has left Momoko rather desperately thirsty, and he only prompts Kagaku to take a sip before Momoko goes on to drain his glass. They have a bit of a stinted chat before Momoko suddenly drops his glass, clutching at his chest and collapsing.

At about 3PM, Rosaire approaches Sachi and asks to borrow a knife in order to help dig and cut up some edible roots he thinks he found on the other side of the island. Although he looks a bit unkempt, he’s an actor after all and manages to be flirtatious enough Sachi doesn’t suspect anything. She lends him a hunting knife.

Not long after sunset, Rosaire sneaks up on Akira in an attempt to murder her. He only manages to get the knife stuck in Akira’s headband with minimal damage. Akira gets one punch in before he panics and flees.

The next morning, after dressing in her male clothes and stowing the headband in her female clothes (and the knife in her belt), Akira approaches a nice patch of shoreline to check for fish. After a bit of wading and returning to the sand to dry her feet, she finds Vash (and Kaizo) crossing over towards her. All three had brushed against the same poison ivy plant on the way; it hit Kaizo’s deltoid area, Akira’s upper arm, and Vash’s inner elbow.

Both low on tolerance and sleep and hating each other’s guts anyway, Akira and Vash begin to argue. The fight escalates with a bit of shoving, and Kaizo begins to panic. Partly to snap him out of it and partly just to get him out of the way, Akira slams her fist into his jaw. He stumbles back, tripping onto the sand and tearfully apologizing to his father. Vash roars and slugs Akira in the stomach. Ignoring Kaizo’s cries for them to stop, Akira draws the knife and prepares to slash.

At just the wrong time, Kaizo throws himself between the girls to stop them. Simultaneously, Vash’s fist crashes into his left pterion, and Akira’s knife slashes his side and back open. He twists and collapses, spraying the two of them with blood as his hat flies off from the impact.

Vash promptly begins to panic, backing away and scrambling for anything she could use as bandages. Pulling out the sweater she knit for Kagaku, she attempts to bandage up Kaizo’s abdominal wound.

While Vash is so occupied, Akira sees her chance to stab her and takes it—but Vash reacts quickly enough and socks Akira with a knockout punch, sending her flying back. The knife falls out of her hand on the way, and she collapses a few feet away from Kaizo.

Minori and Damien

Suzu was actually starting to feel a little bit better, after her secret ended up being no big deal she’d been gaining a little hope for her future. She could survive and get out here, she knew it. She could see her family again.

So she grabbed her Strainer from it’s case, it had always been her favorite, despite her rare use of it, it was worth millions, maybe even billions so she rarely dared even touched it but it seemed so right to play it now and really who could argue with that logic. It had a beautiful sound, not really the type of thing the average Joe’d expect to hear as it was a 15th century instrument and times had changed, but she simply adored it.

Soon she was at the Amphitheatre, it had been made especially for performances so obviously it was the perfect place for her spur of the moment ‘show’. And it truly was magnificent, the acoustics in here were some of the best she’d heard outside of the fancy shmancy concert halls that some of her bigger performances were held.

And of course with her mood being so much better than anything she’d felt in quite a while her first song was Lake in Moonlight, a hauntingly beautiful number from Swan Lake. She may have only been able to play the melody, and therefore couldn’t quite capture the entire song she did what was probably one of the best solo jobs of an orchestral piece ever.

From behind Suzu, soft footsteps approached, practically keeping rhythm with the music. Miki was gentle, quiet enough as to not startle the girl. On her face was a look that was almost…serene. So much different from how she’d been for the past few weeks. Soon enough, she was standing right behind the girl, her eyes almost drilling into her back from underneath the shadow that the moon casted on her face.

For a moment, she just stood there, silent. The tiniest smile rested on her face.

Suzu didn’t notice Miki at all and when she finished her position softened, it felt really good to be playing again. She hadn’t really been doing much of it after the first…you know…and she’d really missed it, playing certainly beat laying in bed all day long. After a few seconds break she went back to the playing position, starting Dies Irae, a requiem.

Miki gently placed her hand on Suzu’s shoulder as she played, her voice softly singing along, not quite loud enough to be heard at first. “Day of wrath and doom impending,” she whispered, her words little more than a breeze. “David’s word with Sibyl’s blending…” She crept closer, that small, serene smile still on her face. “Heaven and Earth in ashes ending…”

She snapped back into reality when she felt the hand, having been lost in her own little world of music

"Holy shit Miki, you scared me half to death" She did relax a little as it was only Miki "Though you know Dies Irae? That’s pretty impressive" She smiled a little at the other girl "Quantus tremor est futurus, Quando iudex est venturus, Cuncta stricte discussurus" She continued the next section in perfect Latin, a skill that was actually pretty useful when dealing with classical music

"There’s a few things that you pick up when you’ve been in as many films as I have. A bit of background music ends up sparking some curiosity, and the next thing you know, you’re listening to such old music…" She only blinked at Suzu, and smiled a bit more broadly, shaking her head. "It’s so fitting that you’d be playing something like that in a place like this. Our world is ending, isn’t it? Can’t you see it?"

She then quickly grabbed Suzu by the shoulder, her grip surprisingly tight. She chuckled softly. “I don’t suppose that you want to stick around to see the rapture.”

"It’s the kind of music that seems to cheer me up for some reason" She just shrugged a little, she hadn’t really thought of how fitting in was.

And then Miki grabbed her, and something didn’t seem right about her, it scared Suzu.

"Hey…you okay? What exactly do you mean by ‘the rapture’?"

"Everyone’s dying, Suzu. Everyone. They keep saying ‘have hope’ and ‘we’ll get out of here’." Her smile turned to a sneer, and then a scowl. "But it’s a lie. We’re not going to get out of here. None of us. At least, not with ‘hope’. It’s sentimental bullshit." She then grabbed both of Suzu’s shoulders, and spun her around to face her, almost shaking the poor girl as she spoke. "But…I know of a way to save us! And you were…you were just in the right spot! My last and only friend!" She laughed through the tears that’d started to stream down her cheeks. "I won’t let them take you from me!"

"Miki…calm down, we will get out of here. We have to. Don’t worry. You just have to believe." She herself was trying her darnedest to stay calm, Miki’d obviously lost it "I’ll always be here for you, no one will take me away, okay?"

"Of course they won’t. Because I won’t let them!" In a sudden, swift movement, Miki tried to wrestle Suzu’s violin bow from her. "I won’t let them take you from me! I’m going to save you!" Her eyes were aflame with something strange, something wild. Her tone seemed to constantly switch between fury, terror, and a sickening sort of glee. "I promised I’d get you out of here!"

"Hey, what are you doing?" She’d officially lost what little calm she had left as Miki seemed to loose what little sanity she had left. She started to back away from the other girl "Please, Miki, calm down and think rationally" Her tone was filled with pure terror, she highly doubted the other girl would wrestle the bow from her so she could play a little song herself.

Miki let out a high-pitched giggle, grabbing Suzu’s throat with one hand and tugging at the bow with the other. “Oh, Minami-san! I’ve had a long, long time to think! In the dark, and the cold, and the absolute mockery that this place is making of all of us!” Her voice immediately changed to a hiss. “Don’t resist. I’m trying to help. All I want to do is help.”

"Miki, please" No, no, this couldn’t possibly be it, just when she was starting to feel better, when she didn’t feel like just doing this herself to finally put away all her thoughts. She finally had a reason to go on but now this. "Please" She was on the verge of crying, the tears already starting to accumulate in her eyes

For a split second, Miki froze at the sound of Suzu’s voice. There was a look of terror in her eyes, just for a moment, before she took the chance to finally slip the bow from Suzu’s grasp and take a heavy swing at her with her other arm, hoping to knock her off her feet and send her to the stage floor.

She fell hard at the punch, the tears starting to fall and the violin flying out of her hand, skidding across the stage. For a second she actually cared more for getting it back than her own life, even turning her attention from Miki to reach for it. If she was gonna die she wanted to go with her most prized possession but it was too far away. The tears started falling faster and soon she was sobbing. She didn’t want to die but she was so helpless, laying on the floor sobbing over a violin.

For a moment, Miki almost seemed to consider getting the girl’s violin for her, but she couldn’t risk her getting up and escaping. It hurt to not be able to at least let her die with something she cared about nearby, but she wasn’t about to take any chances. She climbed on top of Suzu and straddled her, knocking her flat on her back. Now she spoke softly, just loud enough to be heard over Suzu’s sobbing. “I’m sorry. It might hurt a little. But maybe someday you’ll understand. I just can’t let them take you. I told you I’d get you out of here, didn’t I?” She tried too smile, tears now rolling down her own cheeks. “I made a promise. If this is the only way to save you, then so be it.” She looked Suzu in the eyes, shaking her head and just fighting to smile. “Wait for me, okay? I’ll be with you soon, and we’ll all be together.” She held the violin bow up, biting her lip. There was a look of regret in her face, just for a moment. “Tell Hibiki I love him.”

And with that, she slammed the bow straight into Suzu’s neck, skewering the girl.

She tried to squirm free when the other girl straddled her, she didn’t want to die, she wanted to live, she wanted to see her family, she couldn’t go just yet. But then came to bow through her neck, and after not even a second she was gone, her body going limp.

Upon being sure that the girl was actually, completely dead, Miki stood up. “I’m so, so sorry,” she murmured, before finally managing to smile. “You’re free now.”

Unsure of what exactly to do next, Miki looked over the body, where the blood was already starting to pool. Beautiful, deeply colored blood. It had a sense of elegance to it. Like the girl herself had. The music that she’d played had been so wonderful. So perfect. There was no way that she could leave the body of someone like that just sitting there.

She spotted Suzu’s violin a few feet away, and picked it up, putting the neck of it in the girl’s outstretched hand.

Dies Irae, she’d been playing. Day of Wrath. The end was near, now. It’d already ended for Suzu. Taking the bow out of the girl’s neck, she dipped it in the pooling blood, and began to write around the girl’s body in large, red letters, still wet and shining.

There was one verse in latin of that song that she could remember. The final verse.

"Pie Iesu Domine, dona eis requiem…”

When she was finished, Miki took the bow, and placed it in Suzu’s other hand. She’d at least be able to keep them with her.

She looked up into the dark of the amphitheater’s roof. Were there lights? She couldn’t tell. But there was a fuse box. And hell if she was going to let her friend and masterpiece lay there in the dark. Careful not to leave bloody footprints, she stepped around Suzu, and quickly hurried to the back of the stage. Surely, there was something that’d work.

She spent a few moments, trying switches and even smacking the box a few times. Unfortunately, all that came was a spark. A spark that quickly fell to the dry wood of the stage and ignited. Miki beamed. What better light than the inferno itself?

Moving with quick feet, she scampered down the stairs and backed up onto the wooden bleachers, watching her handiwork at the flames began to spread.

Asuka wandered the grounds, a flashlight in one hand and Laura in the other. It looked like the fire might still have been burning a bit! She needed to check, just in case. As she approached, she saw a familiar face. Moving Laura into position, the puppet waved. “Hello Blair…!”

Blair turned around when she heard someone coming. Oh, it was the friendly puppeteer and Laura! “Hello,” she smiled, but her smile faltered as her head started to hurt again. She tried to look like she was alright, but failed in doing so. Asuka instantly picked up on that, looking worried. “Are you alright…?” she asked, setting her flashlight down to try and reach up to check the poor girl’s temperature with the back of her hand on Blair’s forehead.

There was no point in lying, as her temperature made it obvious she wasn’t feeling well. “Actually…I have a headache right now…” she said as the other girl was checking her forehead, “maybe I’ll try to sleep it off…”

"…Well that’s no good…Um, you go to the bathroom and I’ll run and get you some medicine, okay…?" Asuka asked. Sick people were normally sent to the bathroom, right? She considered going to go get the resident SHSL Nurse that was at the camp, but surely Asuka could handle this!

"Oh! Alright,then, thanks!" Blair said in surprise as the puppetteer ran off to the first aid area. What a nice thing to do…She walked to the bathroom, headache still going, and waited for her return. Asuka hurried as fast as her tiny little legs would carry her to the first aid office. Looking into the cabinet, she grabbed a bottle. The label was off but it was with a bunch of bottles with labels for pain killers, so that was probably it, right? She closed the cabinet and quickly hurried back to the bathroom, knocking on the door. “Blair…?”

Startled by the knock, she opened the door. “Yes, I’m here!” She saw that Asuka was carrying a bottle of pills with her and her eyes lit up, now she won’t be in pain anymore! “Oh, thank you for bringing them,” she said to her friend, looking at the bottle. “Uh, do you know how much I’m supposed to take?”

"Well, um, the label is gone, but I think the usual amount is two, right…?" Asuka asked, uncapping the bottle and handing it over. Soon Blair would be all better, yay!

 ”Oh, ok!” Blair took the bottle and pulled out two pills, taking them. Hopefully, they’ll work fast. “Thanks for the help again, Asuka! That was very nice of you.” she smiled at the other girl.

"It’s no problem at all, really…!" Asuka replied, glad she was able to help. "As long as you feel better…!"

"Yeah, I think I’m starting to.." She coughed a little. "Ahem, feel better." She coughed again, maybe she caught a cold or something while walking outside? She started to feel…weird. The medicine better work fast…

 ”Oh no, are you getting a cold too? I could go back for more medicine…”

"Ah, it’s ok! I’m just…" She coughed again, suddenly overcome with a feeling of nausea. She ran to the nearest sink and threw up a little. What was going on…? Maybe her sickness was worse than she thought? Maybe it was just a side effect from the pain reliever? She was starting to get a little worried now.

Asuka’s own panic was greater than Blair’s, by the looks of it. She let out a strangled squeaking noise and rushed over, rubbing Blair on the back and holding back her hair so she didn’t puke on it. “A-Are you okay…?!”

"I..think I got worse," she choked out before throwing up again. She took deep breaths while hoping the nausea would go away, and it did for a second. "I think I ate something bad.." she suggested, wiping her mouth with a paper towel. However, she threw up once more and noticed it was her own blood. "This…can’t be good.."

Asuka let out a small scream as she saw the blood, dropping Laura for a second and then catching her before the puppet smashed against the floor, leaving a scuff mark against the wall and Laura’s shoe. Asuka was visibly shaking. “W-What do I do?!”

Blair was losing more blood, getting a little on her clothes. She knew she would have a difficult time surviving this. When she finally stopped throwing up, she already felt faint, knowing it’ll be the end soon. “I feel very weak, Asuka…” she says with a pathetic smile, “Thank you for being so kind…if it’s not too much… please try to survive and…” she let out another cough, “leave the camp with…everyone else..” Blair grew more tired by the minute, closing her eyes. “You all deserve it…” As she said her final words, she no longer felt control over her body and grew very limp.

Hibiki’s heart was racing. She’d actually replied. She’d actually wanted to see him. All day, he’d been preparing himself for rejection. But she’d actually wanted to see him. He paced back and forth between the trees, already damp with a nervous sweat. Damn it. What a time to get all gross! Surely Kurosawa-san would understand. If she wanted to see him, she might have already accepted how disgusting he was, right? Unless she was only coming back to mock him. But that couldn’t be it, right? She’d always been so kind to him. So he waited.

Hitomi tried her best to keep her composure but she knew what she was doing wrong. Still, the whole situation was wrong and she had made a promise to Asuka not to let harm befall on her. Monobear promised there wouldn’t be an innocent murdered if someone committed murder. This would have to suffice but she still felt terrible for planning to end another’s life. There was no turning back though. She had to move forward regardless.

With his back to her, it would be easy for her to make her move. As she stepped forward, a twig snapped. She winced but continued her pace. Either way, she prepared herself for her move.

Already as tense and on high-alert as a person could be, Hibiki stiffened at the noise. Was it her? He was terrified to turn around, all of the sudden. What was he going to say? What kind of greeting could he give her after pouring his heart out to her? Sure, they’d been spending more and more time together as the days went on, and he almost dared to say that they’d grown closer. He’d started leaving little sketches of her in places where she’d find them. A pleasant surprise, and she always seemed so much happier after, even if she hadn’t known who they were from. Already, his face was flushing, and the butterflies in his stomach were almost unbearable. Maybe he’d just stand there and hope that she’d think that he was just spacing out. But, no. He started to look over his shoulder, after a moment of hesitation.

Startled, Hibiki turned around, expecting to face Kurosawa Miki. No such luck. Hitomi bit her lip when he started to move but thanks to his moment of hesitation, she had the window she needed. Before his head was turned completely around to see her, she made a swift movement for his neck. Quickly, she jabbed the back of his neck, toward the base of his skull. This sort of attack, she had been taught, would leave paralysis.

His eyes widened at the sight of Tsukino Hitomi, and he was just able to let out a yelp of surprise before the paralysis began to take effect, and he fell to the ground, unable to move. His thoughts were racing so fast that he wasn’t even sure what to think. He’d just given her the letter earlier to give to Miki. Had he done something wrong? What was she doing? All of this flickered through his mind as he looked up at her, shocked to the point where he wouldn’t have been able to think of anything to say if he even could.

"I’m sorry," she muttered as she pulled out her favorite researching tool, her scalpel. Though seeing his body appear lifeless gave her some room and fewer regrets. She let out a breath of relief and reminded herself of the reasoning. "If it’s any relief to you," she started and stepped closer. "Miki did receive your letter and appeared rather pleased and happy by it. I do believe there was at least a sign of blush from it all."

If he hadn’t seen the scalpel, maybe the words would’ve soothed him a bit more than they did. At first, anyway. He couldn’t move. He couldn’t speak. There was no possible way out of this. He was going to die. But, deep down, he could understand. It’s not like Tsukino had much of a choice. He just happened to be an easy target. Even though he was about to die, he couldn’t be angry with her. Sure, he was scared. But at the mention of Miki, something in his eyes softened. He’d never see her again, would he? For once, he hadn’t been rejected, and it all ended before it even got the chance to begin. He didn’t have anyone he particularly cared about back home. His parents never paid much attention to him. Miki, on the other hand, always managed to cheer him up. He’d never see her face again. All of this time, he’d thought about someday maybe being able to hold her hand, or even getting to kiss her. He’d wanted to play the part of the caring boyfriend, and lend her his coat when she was cold, and soothe her when she was scared. But now…? He’d never hear her voice again.

"My apologizes it has to end this way. I do have regrets."

Hitomi closed her eyes and when she opened them again it was as if she changed. Just for a split second her sanity slipped. There were so many things she could do beside merely kill. Monobear provided an environment that allowed her for more room than the real world and deep down, she was grateful for that. She knew no one would of course understand though. “I’ll make this quick,” she said before bending over and pulling out the sharp blade. She didn’t want him to suffer, even if she was curious about many things. She put that aside because she knew she had to make sure Asuka wasn’t harmed in this situation. She had a promise to live up to. Hitomi made one quick, deep cut on Hibiki’s neck, allowing for his breathing to be cut off and blood to floor quickly from his neck.

God, it hurt. Not as much physically as he’d anticipated, but the fact that there was nothing he could do. Useless to the end. He couldn’t even protect himself. Years of avoiding people out of fear, and it finally came down to trusting someone who’d turn around and betray you. All he’d wanted was some kind of closure. To know that his affection for Miki was reciprocated and then he had to die was more painful than anything else. Even so, he couldn’t feel angry with Tsukino. Angry with himself, maybe. But he could forgive her, just a bit.

The end came quickly, and that was a relief. In just a moment or two, he could feel himself going numb. This was it. All he felt then was the sharp pangs of regret. Only one thought crossed his mind. The name ‘Kurosawa’, over and over again, until it slowed. Soon he didn’t feel anything. The darkness closed in, and he felt nothing. Nothing at all.

Hitomi glanced down at her white lab coat. It had a bit of blood on the bottom of it. She had tried her best to come out of this clean but it was impossible now. At least most people weren’t out and about. She dragged Hibiki’s body behind a tree and did her best to cover it up with leaves. She hoped that it would be awhile before his body would be found so she could fabricate her lies properly. Though, her lab coat was covered in blood by now and she would need to clean it off to get away with this.

She took one more glance at the covered up body. She didn’t want to do that. She had made a promise, an oath not to harm another human and follow the ethics of society. Yet, here she stood, covered in the blood of someone else’s with her hands stained red from the activity. Her promises conflicted and she felt the world closing in on her as she examined the body from the distance. She couldn’t let herself ponder it much more. She had another promise to live up to. Around now Miki should be in position and an easy target to frame.