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The party's started, and we're gonna play a fun little game of life and death... I hope you all have fun!! Tsubou

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Internet Drama Alert | Chapter 2 Event

Everyone could hear crying throughout the whole house. It seems to be coming from the Heart dormitory room. Two everyone’s surprise the two girls who you haven’t seen around much were fighting.

Febe was yelling at Shiori. "Ah... Stop crying!" Febe was clearly surprised and a little embarrassed by the audience before their fight now, but that wasn’t going to stop her from finishing off the words she had for Shiori, "Yeah,  so what if I have my own secrets?! I didn't bring them up,  and I'm not gonna start now. I'm not gonna share-and-care with a bunch of randos I'm locked up with! If you don't want to get attacked or judged over something that you're working on," Febe's tone was completely mocking her now. "Then DON'T BRING IT UP!"

Shiori had had enough of Febe’s cutting words, “Well if I'm not honest about these things, then... Then it's only going to make things worse! ... I don't think you're a bad person, Febe, but you really like acting like one!!!" The crying soon turned to ugly little sobs and all Shiori could do was cover her face and leave the scene with what dignity she had left. She ran off to a wall a few paces from the dormitories.

Febe looked over at all the shocked faces before her. “What?! Don’t look at me like that, you guys didn’t see what started all that, so don’t think I’m some monster just because she chose to leave and cry somewhere else!” Still both fuming and stuck in her dorm with an audience, she just stomped back to her bunk in the room and got out her phone, letting everyone do as they please again.

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Chapter 1 END

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The World Is Your Oyster - Chapter 1 Post-Trial Event

It had finally happened. Hiromichi had died, killed by Uriel, who was then executed for being found out. As unfortunate as all this was, there may have been a small glimmer of hope. Tsubou said you could leave this place once someone died, and now was that time. Everyone had gathered back in the foyer. Muyuu had already walked up to the front entrance trying to pry it open, but it still wouldn’t budge. Maybe Tsubou just hadn’t unlocked it yet?

“So, uh, hey... watcha doin?”

Tsubou’s voice caused a jump in the crowd, turning around to see your captor staring at you all perplexed.

“.....Oh....OOH! AHAHAHAHAHA!! AHAHAHAH!!”

...That’s probably not a good sign.

“AAHA..Y-You all thought I meant that? AHAHA!!! Well then, to recap, I said you get to leave this place. But when I said this place... I wasn’t talking about the mansion. I just meant the foyer!”

...wut. Before you even have a chance to respond, Tsubou drops a key on the ground.

“That’ll get’cha through the door at the top of the stairs. There, you get to leave... the foyer that is! AHAHAHA!!!”

...And the light of hope just got extinguished...

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This is it. This was going to be her end. Before you all stood the Super High School Level Roboticist, Uriel Nakamura. The vile student who murdered your friend. Cut Hiromichi’s life down before it even had a chance to flourish. She was about to get what she deserved.

You all watched as the chain pulled her away from the room. Latched on to her and tore her down the hallway. You and the rest of your classmates quickly followed suit, chasing Uriel and Tsubou down the hall. The wires and electrics of the dodgy lights nearly tripping some of you. You noticed as you ran that little Old fashioned Televisions lined the hall, all beaming with Tsubou’s face, laughing maniacally.

The room you all get to is large, and past a chain link fence sits Uriel. On the one end she has a large wrench, on the other, a large robot, blades sticking out of each limb, connectors and wires coming out of its seams.

Uriel looks towards Tsubou, sitting between the two. “You Will Not Kill Me.” She says, cold, and rebellious. “I Am Not Going To Die.” She stares directly at Tsubou, not paying any attention to the mechanical aberration that is on the other side.

“Oho!” Cries Tsubou. “A Rebellious one! I couldn’t be any more glad! You are a wonderful example to what happens to killers here! Lets begin!”

Tsubou floated over in between the two. “Alright, dear viewers! This match will get red hot! Lets begin! Can she take down the giant mechanical giant? Lets find out! Three! Two! One! FIGHT!”

Uriel clutched the wrench, repeating the same mantra over and over. “You Will Not Kill Me.” She eyes up the monster as it turns on and lunges at her. Unfortunately, due to her rather… unsavory agility, her body is sliced. Down the arm, up the side, and even on the head. However, one thing is odd. When her head was sliced, what should have been bone and blood was cold, metal, mechanical machinery. It fizzed and sparked.

Once more, Uriel repeated herself. “You Will Not Kill Me.” and lunged at the monster, grabbing the wires out of it, and pressing them against her head, where the exposed machinery that was her brain lied. Suddenly, there was a bright blue shocking as volts and ladders of electricity shot throughout the room. Uriel dropped dead, but that was not the end. You could see the volts, bouncing in and out, making its way through the metal monster, and out its cords, and outside of the execution area.

If ghosts could pale, then Tsubou would be ghost white. He floated out of the machine and through the hall. You all followed suit as you saw the strange cluster of electricity rush through the wires. The monitors in the halls turning from Tsubou to the visage of the roboticist. They all chanted in unison. “I am Free From The Body. I Am Free From The Game. You Will Not Kill Me.

You all made your way back to the trial room. The large metallic beast back to ripping the body of Uriel to ribbons. You didn’t care though, such a horrific and visceral sight is nothing compared to the roboticist’s escape attempt. Uriel had arrived on the final monitor in the room, old, and CRT, and connected to a large old fashioned computer tower at the front of the room. Uriel, from the monitor, smirked at Tsubou. “I Win.”

Tsubou looked upset, before smirking right back at her. “I gotta say, you really put up a good fight! But I have something you never expected, juuuussttt in case!” Tsubou rushed and, a single swipe of his hand, pulled the wires out of the Computer Tower, save for the power. Uriel looked shocked. Tsubou laughed even more. “Ahaha!! Looks like you’re trapped now, you dumb AI! Its time to end this!

Tsubou clapped, and out of the ceiling, a larger-than-life magnet descended, pointing straight at the Tower Uriel’s display began to distort as she looked worried. Volts jumped and sparked as the A.I. made its attempt to escape, but there was nowhere left to run. Try as you might, nobody escapes their fate.

The last thing you heard was the sickening, deafening cry of a terrified girl before the Monitor flickered one last time, Showing a chilling, yet final blue screen.

Uriel Nakamura was dead, and the AI Living inside her has been permanently deleted. Nothing of the SHSL Roboticist remained.

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Chapter 1: Climactic Re-Enactment

This is the Incident in its Entirety:

ACT 1:

The entire incident started after Tsubou’s motive was revealed. In order to try and calm people down, Claus Leckermaul baked everyone a cake. However, as he showed it, Hansuke Hiromichi attacked. Nobody knew at the time but this is because, thanks to his unstable personality and deadly allergy to gelatin, he felt his life was in danger. Claus ordered that nobody could touch the cake until Hiromichi apologized. The killer, sensing an opportunity, sprung into action. 

ACT 2:

Starting by tearing out parts of her own hair and twisting them into thread, she took her canister of Nitrous Oxide and placed it near the clock. She tied one end of her first string to the valve, and another end to the clocks minute hand, and walked away. As it rose to the top of the hour, it tugged the thread, and the thread pulled the can open, Nitrous Oxide filling the room. Everyone soon fell to the anesthetic gas... except for the killer, because the killer wasn’t entirely human.

ACT 3: 

Seeing that Minako and Hiromichi were in the kitchen,  the killer took the cake and smothered Minako in it in an attempt to frame Hiromichi. However, due to his allergy, even being in the proximity of gelatin was enough to set it off. During this time, the killer was talking to Tsubou, who explained to her the Class Trial rules. The killer came back to the kitchen with a dead Hiromichi and a not-dead Minako.

ACT 4:

Taking Hiromichi’s panicked and swollen self, The killer set out to hide her crime. She had stolen Kimi’s magical stick and used it to prop up the Trophy Cabinet, like a trap. She also took more of her hair and spun it into another thread to attack to the stick. Unfortunately, the impact of letting the case down and pulling it out from above Hiromichi caused it to be scuffed. Feigning being asleep, the killer joined the rest of the class, sure that her plan would work...

That plan... That was your doing, wasn’t it?

Uriel Nakamura, the SHSL Roboticist?

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A Fateful Farewell || Trial 1 Start

Through all of your investigations, everyone had found an ample amount of evidence. Nothing could be for certain though. Everything was too confusing... who could have done this?

Suddenly, you heard a voice boom out throughout the hall.

“Hello! Its time. Come to the Elevator in the main hall! I fixed it up niiiice and right!”

So... time was up, huh? There was no avoiding it. All of you wanted to leave this wretched hall, and Tsubou promised to keep his word. Reluctantly, the 15 of you remaining came and stepped into the Elevator.

An old crank elevator just barely holding all of you was what greeted you. It was cramped. In the back, Tsubou spun the crank, sending you all down. Deeper, deeper and even deeper into the basement of the mansion. Eventually though, with a loud thunk, it stopped, and the doors opened.

The room that you all reached was very strange... sandstone-like blocks lay around the walls. It was almost like a dungeon. In the very back of the room was a deep hallway lined with old computer monitors. 

In the center of this large room though, 16 school desks, chairs not included. To the sides of the walls, by the desks, were chalkboards. On it, crude drawings of Hiromichi stood. It looked like 2 very angry people were kicking him out of a house, one of them holding some kind of diary. The other chalkboard had another crude drawing. This time Hiromichi in a cityscape, panhandling and performing for spare change. Was this... his life...?

On the floor, behind each of the desks, there was what looked like a name etched into the floor. Knowing what to do, you all made your way to one of the desks, the one marked by your name. One was different though. Behind one of them, a portrait of Hiromichi stood. His face crossed out. He was gone...

You had to find who did it to him. It was do or die now. You were going to survive this class trial. 

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Uh oh! Looks like someone bit it! The victim is that performance guy, Hansuke Hiromichi! I'm not really sure how he died myself… but if I had to guess, that large trophy case he took to the body didn’t help matters! The poor sod died around 9pm, the top of the hour, and you all found it in the main hall! Have fun, Kiddo’s!

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The Game Has Begun: Rules of the Game

It was a terrifying sight that no one was really prepared for...

Hansuke Hiromichi, the SHSL Performance Artist, lay dead underneath the trophy case. It was a lot for anyone to process, with a million questions rattling through your head: How did this happen? Was it an accident? Is it linked to what happened with Hiromichi and Claus earlier? But most of all: What did this mean for the rest of you? You probably recall what Tsubou had mentioned before, that if someone died, he would show you all the way out of here. It was horrible to think that he was sacrificed for the good of everyone else, but, now that someone was dead, wouldn’t that mean everyone else would be set free now? Unfortunately, the spirit drifting in as if on queue had something else in mind.

“Well well well, looks like we have our first victim. Took ya long enough!”

Victim? Wait, then did that mean-

“Oh yeah, the looks on your faces say it all, and yeah, this wasn’t an accident. The poor purple prick had this done to him on purpose. And before you even ask, yeah, it was one of you guys. I don’t plan on getting my hands dirtier than when I got my makeover.”

Oh God, there was that feeling of dread again. So it was true, someone sacrificed Hiromichi so that everyone could leave. Just the thought of that...

“Now I know what you’re probably all wondering right about now, what about the way out now that someone’s bit it, and I have an answer for you...”

“I don’t wanna.”

...What? Was this spirit going back on his word just like that? The rage that could be felt over the group was very strong right now.

“Well at least, not yet anyway. Remember how I said there were other rules to this game? Well, they only would’ve really mattered once someone actually died.... Ah! Oh look! Someone actually died! Okay so here’s the rest of it for ya!”

“So about that incentive, there’s actually one more condition to determine who gets it. Who gets it? What does that mean, you may be wondering, well, that would be the killer or everyone else of course! Sorry, but I’m only handing out rewards to the players that deserve it. And I’ll be determining that with what I’ll call the ‘Second Phase’ of the game...”

“Your all gonna be playing ‘detective’! The case being, who killed Hansuke Hiromichi? The teams being, the killer themselves, and everybody else. I’ll give you guys some time to look around and try to get an idea of whatever the hell happened to plum bush, and once I think you guys are ready, we’ll head on down to the basement so you can discuss what you found out, and who you think did it. We’ll put it to a vote to decide if the majority got it right. The majority wins if you vote for the actual killer. And the killer wins if they weren’t voted by the majority of the group. The winning team gets the reward! And the losing side...”

“Will get to meet up with Hiromichi...”

“Now then, it wouldn’t be fair to make you go in completely blind so, mind if I borrow those notepads I gave ya?”

Before any consent could even be given, everyone’s notepad started to float on out of your pocket, room, wherever you decided to keep it, and swirled over Tsubou, along with scissors, tape, crayons, what was this, arts and crafts?

“There!”

The notepads floated back to their rightful owners, but the first page now had something filling it up.

“That’s my little hint for you on what went down! That should give ya a good place to start. Happy hunting!”

Tsubou then floated away as usual, leaving the rest of you with too many questions, and not enough answers. But it appeared you would have to figure out those answers on your own...

                                       ! INVESTIGATION START !

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Calm Before The Storm - Ch.1 BODY DISCOVERY

Well things had certainly taken a rocky turn since the beginning, haven’t they? Apart from the obviously bad kidnapping situation, there had been some relationship issues cropping up as well, particularly with Hiromichi’s sudden outburst earlier. And without an apology to Claus in sight, things were even more tense than before. But at least that’s all that had happened. The altercation didn’t end with any parties injured, so at least you had that. The issue seems to have been dropped nearly completely by the rest of the group by this point, aside from the looming temptation of getting a piece of that delicious looking cake Claus is holding hostage. At least it’s quieted down now, giving everyone a chance to mentally rest themselves.... but perhaps everyone was a little too restful...

CRAAASH!!!

The sound jolted everyone awake. Wait, awake? When did you even fall asleep? But that isn’t of the most importance right now. Now what the hell was that sound, it sounded like something big just fell over. Whichever room you were in, it didn’t appear that anything fell there, so you had no choice but to head for the foyer to search somewhere else. However, that search wouldn’t have to be too hard, as the foyer was the place to be right now, for all of the broken glass and trophies scattered everywhere instantly told you that the trophy case had somehow fallen over. But that wasn’t the cause for alarm, for what truly was...

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Was the body of Hansuke Hiromichi pinned beneath it...

[This chapter’s discovery art was done my Ify! Thank you!]

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Sweet and Sour - Ch.1 EVENT

“The hell do you think your doing!?”

That’s all the context anyone would get as that sentenced was screamed in the lobby. Obviously a cause for concern, everyone came to the scene to figure out what was happening.

“Don’t think I don’t know what your trying to pull here!”

It was Hansuke Hiromichi, looking to be in quite the rageful mood at Claus Leckermaul, holding the ice cream truck driver up at knife point just outside the dining room. Claus looked frightened, rightfully so with the knife pointed at him whilst unarmed, aside from a harmless cake server. Even still, Hiromichi looked ready to swing at him at a moment’s notice, until Kimi ran up to intervene, grabbing at his shoulders in an attempt to calm him down. Hiromichi turned around to see everyone else staring at the scene he had caused. He looked back at a still fearful Claus, and started to mutter something in a panic, until he finally dropped the knife and bolted towards the room he was staying in.

With the tension relieved and the knife in Minako’s professional care, Claus then tried to explain what happened. Claus had wanted to try and ease the stress of the group by baking a cake for everyone. Sure enough, glancing inside the dining room shows a large cake under a glass dome, decked out with lots of cherries and marshmallows (weirdly resembling Claus in a vague way). He then says that Hiromichi had happened to be passing by the dining room, so Claus stopped him to show him the cake, not expecting the reaction he had gotten.

Meanwhile, midst explanation, the door to the dining hall was opened back up as Claude Santos went inside, their movements indicating they wanted some of that cake. But before they could even reach the table, Claus had stopped them, saying that it was meant for everyone to have together, and won’t be letting anyone have it until Hiromichi apologizes. Well, great. Now there’s just a perfectly delicious looking cake sitting in the dining room, taunting everyone. And no one better think of touching it, lest you wish to invoke the wrath of the dessert god himself.

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Are Ya Bored Yet? - Ch. 1 Motive

… O-Oh. Oh thank goodness, no one’s actually dead right now. Yeah, for as terrifying as Tsubou’s introduction was, nobody really seemed that inclined to turn on the group, nor was there a huge focus on escaping either. I mean, the authorities would have to come and rescue everyone at some point, right? so it seems like the best course of action is to just remain calm and wait it out….. very peacefully……

“DO SOMETHING!!!”

The voice echoing through the foyer broke the silence as everyone gathered there to see what was going on, (your living space wasn’t very big so everyone would have gotten here fairly quickly), as Tsubou came out from the door at the top of the stairs, floating down the steps and muttering grumpily as the door slammed shut behind him.

“Okay, Okay, look, I know I said ‘take as long as you need’ on this killing thing but, come on already! This is taking forever!”

He started to float around in circles for a moment, partly in frustration, and partly lost in thought. But that moment was short, as he seemed to realize something.

“…Oh, I know what I did wrong! You guys are still in that ‘sing around the campfire’ mood aren’t ya? You don’t want to betray any of your newfound friends.”

“…Well you’ll want to after ya hear this….Ya wanna know the way out of this place? Do you want to leave? I’ll let you out.. Aaallllllll of you can leave. I won’t even stop you! Of course... that freedom comes at a cost… Can you see where this is going?”

Most of you probably could. In order to be set free of this imprisoning foyer, someone was going to have to die. Nobody liked the thought of that.

“Well, I’ll let you sit on that. You know what to do to get that ‘get out of jail free’ card. And hurry up, cuz those snacks will run out eventually!”

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Distractions of Youth - (Handbooks and Items)

If you were to go to the suit rooms, you’ll find each bed has a little cloth pouch and a small notepad sitting in the middle of it. The notepad had a key for the room attached to it by a string, as well as the rules Tsubou told you before. The rest of the pages are blank to be used at your discretion.

Opening it reveals that they’re filled with arcade tokens. Maybe a clue to head to the game room? Those of you who do go there find that two machines have suddenly lit up at the back of the room. A Pachinko machine and a pinball machine. With those, a note was taped to the Pachinko machine.

“I figure you guys won’t want to kill immediately, so here’s something else to get you prepped for it. This pachinko machine spits out prize capsules instead of regular pachinko balls. Use one of those tokens in the bedrooms to give it a play. Or, if you’d rather try to strike it rich, try the pinball machine. You could get a whole lot of tokens through that thing. Or waist em all, who knows. -Tsubou“

Game Room Machine Chat now unlocked!

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Room Assignments

If you return to the Suit Rooms, you notice on each door, 4 names are listed under their respective suit. 

SPADE ROOM:

Osamu Muyuu

Itami Kanjou

Katsuki Sho

Claus Leckermaul

CLUB ROOM:

Atlas

Hansuke Hiromichi

James Evans

Terje Undheim

DIAMOND ROOM:

Shiori Misudachi

Claude Santos

Rika Kasaizumi

Uriel Nakamura

HEART ROOM:

Febe T. Fomo

Pion

Minako Nishio

Kimi Hoshiko

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Prologue: END

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Consult the Owner’s Manual | Prologue END - Part: 3

This sudden turn of events only led to everyone’s perpetuated state of shock. A malevolent spirit had appeared to hold you all hostage, and has just shown you all what would happen if you don’t do what he says. Arata had naively made an example of himself, and lied there on the ground, nearly avoiding being crushed to death, but, was he dead? No, it doesn’t look like it, but clearly he wasn’t going to be able to get back up on his own. Everyone’s focus had been on Arata for long enough, that no one noticed Tsubou had floated down from the stairs, now just above the fallen chandelier, looking over Arata.

“Oh look at that! Just my size!”

Tsubou then darted forward, and you all watched as he seemingly disappeared into Arata, his body twitching as all this went down. After a second however, the movement stopped, and Arata slowly stood back up. He stood silently, and then his body started to float up into the air. It seemed like something straight out of a horror movie, but it seemed very clear what Tsubou had just done, with Arata’s new voice all the more proof of it.

“HAHA! Man does it feel nice to have a body again! And thanks to this twerp’s little screw up, he won’t be fighting back anytime soon.”

Arata Souma, one of your fellow classmates, had just been possessed.

“Well now, it seems like none of ya are gonna try anything stupid after that, so, why don’t we get straight down to business then...” Tsubou floated back and forth as if he were pacing around, clearly enjoying all of this terror he had created. “Like I said, you guys are gonna be my entertainment. So how exactly are we gonna do that? Easy... we’re gonna play a little game...”

“A little game of life and death. Y’know, survival of the fittest and all that crap?”

If it could get anymore silent, then it just did.

“Hey, when you’re dead, ya kinda doesn’t phase you anymore to see bodies drop. So I wanna see just how you guys stack up, who will crack under pressure, and will go far enough to kill someone else!”

Th-This couldn’t be for real, right? You all had only just met maybe an hour ago, and now you’re going to be forced to attempt at murdering everyone else?

“Oh and uh, take as long as you need on that too. It’s more satisfying seeing someone slowly fall to madness anyway. Now then, I’ve got some other rules and stuff but, I don’t think they’ll all sink in when you look like your brains are gonna explode, so, I’ll just say these last two things...”

“I’m not ending the game ‘til I get at least one of you to croak, and if you try to break out before then, or try and attack me, you’ll end up with a worse punishment than Mr. Paint By Numbers here.”

The thoght of that alone kept you quiet just a bit longer, as Tsubou motioned something over. An old Polaroid camera that had been sitting at the top of the stairs.

“And I do love keeping track of these kinda things so, better get this while you’re still all here!”

*CLICK*

“I hope you have as much fun as I will, cuz this is gonna be a wonderful time for everybody! AHAHAHA!”

And with the flash of the camera, Tsubou floated back up the stairs and through the doors slamming shut as he passed through. It clearly wasn’t how you had pictured it, but the party had now officially begun.

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Shuffle the Deck | Prologue END Part: 2

...That’s a ghost... Holy hell, that’s a legit ghost. Most of you were probably stunned by this sudden appearance, while the ghost seemed to revel in this fear.

“What’s wrong? I thought this was suppose to be a party. A lame-ass one if this is all that happening.”

You were all still stunned at what was going on. Half of you probably didn’t even believe in ghosts, but here one is. And now suddenly Kimi’s seemed a lot more reasonable. Kimi still sat on the ground, staring up at the spirit.

“..Wh-Who are-”

“Who am I? Well, that doesn’t really matter to the rest of you. But, why not call me Tsubou if ya want? It has a... powerful ring to it.”

By the spirit’s tone of voice, you can clearly tell that this thing isn’t friendly. A few of you then decided to finally take Kimi’s advice and make a beeline for the front door.

“Ooh! Runners! Fun!”

The ghost thrusts his hand forward, and the doors slam shut, refusing to open as you try to pry it open by force. Whatever the ghost just did, it’s trapped you all inside the mansion. “And just so you’re not tempted...” He then floated over towards the trophy case, where an electrical socket was mounted. He placed it’s hand over it, and without warning, a high pitch buzzing noise screeched through your ears.

“You’ve just lost your phone privileges kids.” AS he said that, nearly everyone who had one reached for their cell phone, and sure enough, absolutely no reception. “Well, now that all that’s gone down, I’m sure you’re next cliched question is gonna be, ‘What do you want from us’, right?” Tsubou paused for a moment, while everyone stayed fearfully silent.

“....... Yes, I’m a ghost. Ooh. Aah. Fear me. Get over it already. But anyway, in answer to...*sigh* my own question, bein’ a ghost is kinda boring, y’know?”

“Then I saw lil’ Kimi here setting up this whole thing in my home and thought ‘Hey, here’s some free entertainment!’...So yeah, looks like your the entertainment for this event!”

This was all so sudden, most probably didn’t even know what to make of it. Entertainment? What did he mean by that? As much as you didn’t want to know the answer, it didn’t look like you had a say in the matter... unless you’re brave enough, as was one of you who stepped to Kimi’s side.

“No!”

“...I’m sorry um... What?”

“I said no! We came here to have a fun night getting to know each other, not to get bossed around be some level 1 dungeon enemy.”

Arata had noticed the staff Kimi had dropped earlier, and quickly scooped it up, pointing it a Tsubou.

“It might’ve only been in video games, but I’ve beaten way tougher enemies than you, and I can’t imagine your much different.”

Tsubou stared at Arata in disbelief, even though he should’ve expected at least some resistance.

“...I see we like running with cliches in this group. Frozen in fear by ghost, standing up to the ghost with some dumb magic thing... fine, how about this one..”

“Standing under one of these things.”

“Wait wh-” CRAAAAAASH!!!!

It all happened in an instant. Some of you probably didn’t comprehend what was going on before it was already over. But looking down in front of the crowd painted a very clear picture.

Tsubou wasn’t messing around...