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The Thin Line Between Life and Death

<<SUMIRE SUMIDA HAS BEEN FOUND GUILTY>>

<<COMMENCING EXECUTION…>>

Sumire was dragged at blinding speeds from the trial room, rightfully declared guilty for the crime she had committed. She was being dragged her throat no less, so her pain was an unbearable one, but she’d been through worse… she was surrounded by pitch black, and it soon enough consumed her senses to the point that her mind couldn’t control her senses anymore. She blacked out soon enough.

When Sumire came to, she was being held up by her hair. She didn’t exactly react at first, but that’s because she was more aware of the fact that her feet were not on or anywhere near solid ground. She let her eyes open and found that she was several yards off of the ground, being carried by someone who was climbing a ladder. She slowly reached up and grabbed their hand to ease her pain a little, trying to look up and see who it was. The hand was cold. And whoever it was, was in a black and white body suit. She couldn’t see their face, but she could see that her hair was now in a ponytail, and she was wearing a silky red leotard, encrusted with beautiful red crystals. Her sleeves were sheer, and clung to her skin as her senses heightened and allowed her to become uncomfortably aware of her surroundings. Before she knew it, the performer was dragging her over the edge of a platform, releasing her and backing away into the shadows. She picked herself up and winced, patting her head and looking around. The room was almost entirely dark, except for two overhead lights illuminating a long, thin rope. The platform she stood on resembled one she would normally start her performances on, allowing her to deduce that this was a circus rope. Music played faintly, and a light shove from a figure that she couldn’t see allowed her to believe that she was to walk across this thing. Easy enough. She took a step out and instantly began sliding. And with that, she groaned and slipped to her hands. She dangled from the rope’s mid-point, and looked down to her feet. They had been left bare, and were bleeding from the abrasiveness of the rope. Her hands burned, and she looked up to see that they, too, had begun to bleed. The rope was very old, splintering and creaking. She winced, but began to pull herself together, as well as closer to the rope. She might as well try to stand on it. Just holding on would kill her arms, and she couldn’t exactly see a net below. As she began to regain her balance, she took a deep breath. Only to have it shook out of her by a sudden jostling of the rope. She quickly regained her balance, but didn’t dare move. She looked from side to side, seeing two shadowy figures emerge on either end. Both wore black and white suits and masks, moving like willows closer and closer down the rope. Sumire could hear the straining of the rope beneath her, and only bit her lip as it dug deeper and deeper into her wounds. Were these two… human, she wondered briefly? In this place, it wouldn’t surprise her…

With time they only encroached closer and closer, so dangerously close. Sumire crouched down and held on to the rope as tightly as she could in hopes that this was just some mind trick of the young host’s doing. However… all movement stopped. She slowly looked up to see that both figures had stopped on either side of her. They only stared down at her with empty gazes for a silent moment. A gruelling, intensely silent moment. Before Sumire could say a word, they both leapt up in the air. Sumire’s eyes widened and she watched helplessly as they both landed at the exact same time on the rope, snapping the thin string in two. Sumire felt the only grounding she had disappear entirely from under her. Her breathing hitched in her throat as she watched the ceiling slowly grow increasingly distant. It was strange, but… Sumire felt calm. She even closed her eyes, waiting for her body to make impact with the ground and steal her life away for having done the same. She could see the smiling face of Kin’ya, almost as if it were imprinted on her eyelids. She could see Haruhisa… his life as she raised him, their precious son… she could feel tears welling in her eyes, but this was halted by the sickening sound of slicing flesh. Her eyes snapped open, and she looked over her shoulder to see the two beings who had sealed her fate on the rope. Or rather, what remained of them. Straining her eyes, she could see the faint glimmer of a wire net only a few yards below, thin and taut enough to have sliced her assailants to ribbons. Sumire only watched the net grow closer, almost as if everything were in slow motion, before she closed her eyes for one last glimpse of her beautiful, happy family. The one she was leaving behind in order to keep them safe…

This would be the last thing Sumire would ever see, before her body would be sliced into unidentifiable chunks of what was once, Sumire Akamine.

Sumire Sumida, the Super High School Level Funambulist, has been executed.

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ANNOUNCEMENT

Everyone remained in the estate lobby for a few minutes, some paying their respects to Ayame, some weeping and sobbing out of fear, some inspecting the attic door. Ayame was alive just a little while ago… was life so easy to lose in this place…?

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ANNOUNCEMENT

It’s been pretty quiet for the past few days, since the rather ghastly young host informed you all of an equally ghastly motivator he could hold over your heads. And, well, has. Given the paintings of you friends and family hung around the manor. Boy, does Monoko love being literal.

Everyone is simply… biding their time, pacing anxiously and hiding in their rooms for the most part in attempts to avoid death themselves. Some of us however… aren’t.

All you hear in the chilling silence is a blood curtling scream, followed by a few loud thumps and bumps, before the silence returns. You hurry from your location towards the source of the sound… only to find a crowd slowly forming in the center of the lobby. Monoko stands at the top of the staircase, staring down at the scene, chest heaving with breath and eyes cold. Some students express horror, some disgust, and some anger, and the closer you grow, you finally see why.

Ayame Suzuki lays unceremoniously in a growing pool of her own blood, her neck and limbs contorted in harsh angles.

You try to find where your reaction lies amongst others, when the slow clomping of Monoko’s feet one by one down the staircase catches your attention. Before the first person can ask why, he points sharply at the door at the top of the stairs. You know this door to be locked, apparently leading to the attic. It’s covered in claw marks and dents, with a very distinct crack breaking through it’s center.

“Little bitch was trying to bust down that door, thinking her stupid bag and her family would be behind it. They aren’t. So as a warning, I will let you all know now: destruction of the estate is strictly prohibited. Anyone caught doing anything to intentionally harm this estate will be punished severely, no questions asked. I hope you all… take heed to this warning. Dismissed.”

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If things go right, we can frame it

It has been an extremely tense week or so since you woke up on the dusty old rug adorning the manor’s entryway floor, locked in and surrounded by total strangers. You met the… delightful little host, Monoko, who told you that the only way you could escape was to kill someone else in this manor and get away with it. Surprisingly, no one has cracked from these circumstances alone, and everyone is still roaming about in one piece, more or less. With all of the supplies offered inside of the mansion, you’ve begun to think that being stuck here until someone can come to help you wouldn’t be so bad. Cozy furnishings, running water, working plumbing, it seems like a normal house, minus the utter lack of bathing accommodations. And the smell festering thereof. All is calm.

“OI, ASSHOLES!~”

Psych.

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Chill || Misami Wakahisa || Prologue

Waking up where you’re not supposed to is never a good thing. Waking up forgetting how you got there is equally not good. Waking up in a mansion when you’re an elegant dancer where both points above apply is very much not good.

Misami stood up quickly, brushing her skirt off. She tutted quietly before glancing around the room. Her gaze immediately landed on the child who had ‘imprisoned’ her here. 

“Kekeke, you’re tellin’ me a damn twelve year old...an edgy twelve year old is makin’ the rules here? I got better places to be, bud.”

This entire situation was nothing more than a joke. Her obnoxious laughter filled the room once more. She decided it was time to make her dramatic exit, gotta leave a lasting impression. Mis’ plans of backflipping out of the room, however, were thwarted by her choice in shoes.

She resigned herself to flipping her hair over her shoulder and walking purposefully out of the room. She had no idea where she was going.  

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GAME START

Hope’s Peak Academy. A school founded on hope, devoted to finding the world’s most talented, elite teenagers and cultivating their abilities in order to create the brightest possible future for society: one filled with clean, pure hope. It has been successful thus far, not a single bump in the road. Of course, as unbridled success normally does, Hope’s Peak’s officials were lulled into a state of calm. As long as they could continue to successfully recruit students and strive for excellence, they didn’t much care for the small personal disputes that occurred within their walls, so long as it didn’t blemish their pristine reputation. This led way to many cases of bullying between students, hazings on newcomers, and even small scale feuds among rivaling students. If a parent was concerned, they were paid off for their silence. Looking at the grand premise of the school grounds from the outside, you would feel nothing but pride for the progress society had made since the creation of the school. But what was held within the school was a dark, bitter energy that sprung it’s madness at every corner.

You are a new student at this greatest of academies, and you are none the wiser of these incidents. As you take a few nervous yet hearty steps up to the academy gates, your vision begins to weaken, however. Everything goes black. You can’t move. What’s happening..?

This continues for moments, but you finally feel your senses stir. You can hear a faint giggle, but it’s blocked out quickly by an intense pain in your skull, and the unbearable stiffness of your limbs. You fight to open your eyes, and your vision is spotty, but sure enough you manage to awaken yourself. You are face down on a dusty old carpet, which covers a dull hardwood floor. The space you reside in seems rather open, with dark red walls, a grand staircase, a beautiful crystal chandelier dangling precariously from a 16 foot ceiling, and the bodies of 23 other students scattered on the floor around you.

Wait. Bodies?

Yes, bodies.

Unconscious bodies. Everyone appears to be about the same age as you are, and all suffering from the same discomforts. As you all pick yourselves up from the ground and try to make some sense of your surroundings, you realize that they are very unfamiliar. A few of you begin to panic even, gripping at your pockets and bodies for your bags or your phones in order to get ahold of someone who can tell you what you may have done to be where you are right now. You don’t know a single person in this room, of course you aren’t going to ask them. You all realize, however, that your are empty handed, except for a small card.

No bigger than your average credit/debit card, it flashes to life almost as soon as you hold it up. You can see your name, your personal information, this card displays almost everything. How do you even work this thing? Some are furious, yelling even. Where are our phones, our several hundred dollar bags, and how the hell does someone have all this information? The card bears the HPA insignia, but… this clearly isn’t the school. What kind of a game is this?!

“Wow, you are a noisy bunch, aren’t you?”

Everyone stops at the sound of a rather young child addressing them. Following the sound, you all turn and see what appears to be a child no older that 12 years of age, with black and white hair and a face mask. He is simply watching from afar, eyes flickering about to each face. You cringe as he meets your gaze: One eye is a dark grey color, the other is fully red; sclera and all. You question if it’s even real, it almost entire transfixes your attention, but he resumes speaking.

“Now that you lazy bums are up at least, I can go ahead and get introductions out of the way. My name is Monoko! I’m gonna be your guiding light for the next few… forevers. It’s nice to meet you all! And don’t worry about introducing yourselves, I already know everything about all of you! Isn’t that handy?”

He watches you all for another few moments and sighs after a period of silence.

“Too strong, I guess I gotta back off in my approach… but now is the part where I get a good explanation out of the way!”

“Welcome to your new home! This estate and all that it has to offer shall become your whole world for the rest of your lives! It’ll be fun, you all get to live with me forever! Well, some of you probably. Why only some of you? Don’t be stupid, no one lives forever. But it’s also because… living here isn’t all you guys get to do. That would be sooooo boring, y’know? I say… we play a little game. Not really a little game since it, you know, deals with life and death, but you get what I mean.”

Life and death..?

“You see, what you all get to play is a mutual killing game. All of you are strangers more or less, so it should be pretty easy! You all see this door behind me? It’s locked tight, and nothing is gonna bust it down. All the other exits? Barred, locked, you name it; no one is escaping. You want out? There’s only one way: one of you must kill somebody in this room and get away with it. If you do, you get to leave everybody here in the dust. If you don’t… ohohoho, let’s just say you’ll be in for a nasty little surprise.”

“Enough of my ramblings, though. Now that you’ve all been acquainted with your situation by none other than your charming host, why don’t you all look around and get to know your new home~? The little card you all found in your pockets will help you. Have fun, and feel free to ask questions~!”

Monoko simply stands in silence at the front of the room, watching you all and your cacophony of reactions to this sudden, dreadful news. The only thing on your mind is the same one perforating everyone else’s thoughts…

What are you going to do?

**MAPS UNLOCKED: ESTATE MANOR**

**MONOKO IS NOW AVAILABLE AS AN RP PARTNER!! TAG ANY STARTERS #HEYMONOKO FOR RESPONSE FROM THE HOST. OTHERWISE, INVESTIGATION START!! GOOD LUCK!!**