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[despairingheights]

The Wheel of Fate Turns

Things have been quiet. Your classmates have been huddling in their rooms. You’re no different, at this point. Even when you can muster up some trust for your classmates, you’re just so tired. But the door won’t open. You’ve tried several combinations yourself, but none did the trick. There’s no way out of here, not without another murder. You’re just about ready to attempt it yourself at this point, but even freedom wouldn’t really be worth it.

Then you hear the cry from the Floor D lobby. It takes a bit of time for everyone to gather inside the cylinder area, where Tim stands over an opened box, an envelope in one hand and a photograph in the other. The picture is large enough, and the survivors few enough, that you can all crowd in to see it at once.

Mirai Umeko, Super High-School Level Tarot Reader, hangs dead... but where?

[despairingheights]

Ritual

You’re awoken by the sound of frantic barking. Confused and tired, you at least make your way out of your room, but only when you get to the lower ski lift do you finally find the source.

Even with a small crowd of students gathered, the dog is no less calm until it’s herded you onto the lift seats, managing to climb into one by itself. By the time you’ve all made it to Floor E, you’ve managed to figure out the two people missing. Even so, you have no choice but to follow the frantic doggie into the theatre, where the smell of blood and incense greets you.

Sahirah Sayegh, Super High-School Level Traceur, was dead.

[despairingheights]

Fallen Spirits

Despite the alcohol, you had all managed to actually survive the masquerade party, though everyone who wasn’t too drunk to do so changed out of the stuffy clothes at the crack of 2:00 AM.

That being said, you weren’t in much of a mood for an afterparty, so rest it was... at least for the remainder of the night, or whatever you called this unearthly hour.

But of course, Monokuma’s announcement came at 7:00 sharp... except this time, a body announcement was tacked on. You did your best to wake up and start searching before a classmate directed you breathlessly to the ski lift. You climbed on, ready to ascend to the previous floor, when you saw...

Adrian Lindström, Super High-School Level E-Sports Gamer, was dead.