AYAMI JIKAN-MIYAZAKI, THE SUPER HIGH SCHOOL LEVEL TIME TRAVELER, HAS BEEN FOUND GUILTY.
“ACT V - EveR LastinG NighT” ♪♪♪♪
The gears on the clock click into place. The clock strikes midnight.
As Ayami hits the button, the floor beneath her gives out, and you hear a buzzer sound. The screen flickers on, and you watch closely.
She’s falling slowly down a hole, full of wine glasses, tea cups, and dinner plates. Other things fall past her -- white gloves, a kitsune mask, a hockey stick, etc.
She spins, and you think -- is this her full execution? -- until she lands on her back gently.
She’s in what looks to be a destroyed city. Rain is falling, and there are puddles forming around her. She looks to her right. Lying with one hand over hers is Hiyao. Of course, she’s fake -- after all she’s dead. But Ayami looks at her with a sad, bitter smile.
“A...yami-chan…” mutters the fake Hiyao. “Can you… p-promise me something….?”
Ayami’s eyes are dripping with tears.
“S-Save them, okay? F-From… whoever is…. doing this… p-please, save our guests….”
The gears on the clock click back into place. The clock is back at midnight.
Ayami sits on a swing, in a small park in the summertime. Next to her on the adjacent swing is a smiling Aiko, looking up at the bright summer blue sky.
“Hey, Aya-chan,” she says quietly but cheerfully. “You know, I never really liked the summer.”
Ayami smiles. Aiko looks to her and giggles. “You know I never meant to, Ayami-chan. I was just a supporting role. Just like you. Just like all of them. ”
She says something else, in a quiet whisper, that only Ayami seems to hear. You see tears drip from her chin.
The gears on the clock click back into place. The clock is back at midnight.
The curtains behind you in the trial room open. A sign above it reads:
“END OF ACT V - THE DEATH OF TIME”
Ayami is sitting on a stage, in her graceful time traveler’s dress. Behind her towers a grandfather clock, it’s sharpened hands at midnight.
She stands gracefully and looks to everyone in the room -- the sole survivors, and smiles, still crying.
“As long as I’m alive, the clock will always reset. I can’t tell you how many times this play has failed to come to an end. How many times I fail everyone. How many times the puppeteer wins.”
She turns to the clock. She raises her arm and with a fist, smashes the glass, tearing out the clock hands and turning back to the audience. She curtsies.
“All that’s left now is the ending applause. And….”
She raises the hour hand high in front of her chest.
With a quick swoop, she thrusts the hand into her chest, staining herself with her own blood.
She collapses to the ground.
The lights flicker off, the curtains close.
And you hear a resounding applause.
AYAMI JIKAN-MIYAZAKI, THE SUPER HIGH SCHOOL LEVEL TIME TRAVELER, HAS BEEN EXECUTED.