“Stay safe..” Words almost croaked out as she forced herself to speak at least once more in the face of highly probable demise, she gripped the knife once more.
A sorrowful smile making its way onto her face as she watches jaws of sharp teeth open, unable to force her legs to move away. But it was alright, really, in the end.
you think you found love, but you’re standing in the pit.
Perhaps some of you are still getting used to having your bodies back. Your thoughts, your breath, your movements; they’re finally yours once more. You’re present. You’re here. You’re walking, which can only mean one thing.
Someone isn’t. Yet another in your cohort is dead.
However long it takes, you make it to the graveyard as instructed. You’re immediately greeted by an unmistakable trail of blood through the snow, stark against the white. It paints the way to go, like a red carpet of drips, streaks, and heavy marks laid out to lead you to the next victim.
Who will it be? Friend? Foe? Will it be relief or horror that reigns supreme in your soul?
You follow the path to its terminus—a pit.
The price of freedom from your former prison lies at the bottom. You stand at the edge, careful not to fall in, and peer down…
...to see someone who wouldn’t be laughing this one off.
Whether you found them infuriating or uplifting, you can’t deny that Cowboy had been a presence with jokes always at the ready. What would they say to lighten the mood, if they could see this? Something like, “at least I look hot?” Or would they be quietly resigned to the fact that they’re dead?
All those portraits you made of them so long ago can now be hung in memoriam...as something better to remember them by than their broken corpse.
Behind you was none other than Komori, looking just as peppy and squishable as she always did.
"Oh! Someone did it! One of you finally killed! I wasn't expectin' you guys to off that sweetie teacher but I guess it works. Eheh.... It was about time one of you took this sewiously anyways! Since a murder has occurred I'll go ahead and explain the next part to you all!"
"When three people discover the body the game moves into the next section: investigation mode. I'll be giving you all a couple hours to thoroughly investigate the murder. After that we will be moving on to the trial portion where you will all use the evidence and clues you found to try and vote for the correct killer! This isn’t optional by the way. You have to do this do don’t twy and weasle your way outta investigating!"
She claps her little bat wings together with a smile.
"It sounds fun doesn't it? Since everything is more or less explained I'll go ahead and let you all begin your investigations. I'll notify your tablets when time is up, okay~? Have fuuun!!!"
"Oh and don't take any of the evidence away with you either! Or else you’ll get in trouble."
After that she waddles away once more, leaving you alone with the corps of your teacher. Someone here really murdered Miss Bellerose, huh...? For her sake you better recollect yourself and find out who would have done such a thing.
That and 'cause Komori more or less ordered you to.
Additional Notes: There are multiple wounds all over Theo’s arms and chest. The ones on their arms appear deeper than the chest. There is a large amount of blood in the area, and there seems to be tracks leading away from the body as well but they are smeared and hard to make out.
There isn’t much of an attack on the senses this time, and for that, perhaps you’re a bit grateful, in that sort of begrudging way one might feel at such a strange mercy. The water comes pouring out, and with it a piece of vine here, another there. Perhaps the vines symbolize the final shred of hope lost for this moment - there was no way dear Chirin had grown them underwater, and it was even greater of an impossibility that Chirin could grow them here, an area in which she had no access while she was…
...Well, perhaps it would be for the best we focus on the current body at hand. There is a moment of grotesque realization when the body emerges from the submarine, washed out and carelessly sliding to a stop on the ground with the water and the vines, as if they had been one long before you got here.
You surely recognized Vixen as one of the more expressive members of this particular cohort, and perhaps the eerie thought that she remained so even in death crossed your mind. Her face, contorted by panic and terror, is the first thing you notice, and it’s perhaps impossible not to. The girl’s clothing was soaked through with water, and her hair, slickened by the moisture, clung feebly to the ground at odd angles coinciding with the sliding motion her corpse underwent as it flowed out of the submarine.
If one was able to peel their gaze away from her face, forever frozen in terror, one might notice a few other qualities of note regarding the girl’s body. But something that had previously been nagging at you perhaps now makes its way to the forefront.
Vixen was dead. And now, not only had the novelty of murder in this place worn off, perhaps allowing more easily the acceptance of such, but you had already begun examining the body, looking for clues, hoping, this time, to catch the killer. The group had failed last time, and since that time, Vixen had largely spent her time intermittently trying to convince herself (and, to a lesser extent, others) of the hope they could find all on their own, and that she could do better next time, and in the future. Would they fail again? Had they?
A single thought sends a chill up their spines. A possibility, lost to time.