#ontrial

The cycle repeats so much that over time, eventually everyone gets used to it. Twenty four hours have passed and Doctor Mclain’s voice is heard over the intercom. She sounds the same, cold and business-like. Not a hint of emotion or stress to her voice. 

“Since our staff involving cleanup is still dead, Mr. Jenkins is going to go ahead and enter the facility to clean the corpse. He may not do a good job, but we don’t have very many options. This, of course, will only happen if all of you enter the ‘classroom’ to hold a friendly discussion with all of your lovely friends.” There’s no hint of sarcasm in her voice. 

“I will be present to assist you this time, and Mr. Jenkins will not be able to interfere. We believed it was.. too troublesome to have you be in pain while you do this again, so the growing pains will pause. But, if you fail to find the murderer, let’s assume there’s something worse than your growing pains that’s inside of you. Go on, now.”

Beneath everyone’s feet, arrows light up on the ground. They point towards the hallway between the Game Room and R10, where the slot the size of a door remains.The same room as always appears, with white walls and several rows of desks and chairs. The desk and chairs are quickly moved to a circle with the effort of those who want to do it to save time and trouble. However, there’s desks missing where deceased once were. It’s just an empty spot in the row.

The door and exit of the room slides shut as soon as everyone scans their bar codes and traps them in the classroom.