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."
