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Ch. 1 ♡ Case File

Victim : Misa Nishimurya

Time of Death : 6:44

Time of Discovery : 7:10

Location : Dining Hall

Cause of Death : Exsanguination

Discovered by : Annabelle Langeley, Cherry Summers, Imogen Dunbar

????’s Autopsy Report : Aw man, instead of getting a new parent, now Misa’s kiddos are orphans! So sad! ;_; Whoever did this made a real mess of everything, check out that blood! So many bloody spots to investigate on here, hope no one’s gonna faint at the sight of it! :D

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Valley of the Shadow of Death | Chapter 1 Open

Had he made the wrong choice in attending this voyage? Was he being punished for something? Or was this simply all part of whatever God had planned for him?

So many questions swirled through Shepherd’s head, all of them resulting in a growing fear of what the young ship attendant just announced. The real purpose of this voyage was for all of them to kill each other for some sort of vague reward. Fame or riches, was it? He didn’t have any use for that sort of thing. However, if he loses or becomes a victim in this twisted game, what would become of what he’d left behind?

“...this is...”

Closing his eyes, Shepherd tried to even out his anxious breathing, reciting a short prayer in his head. Fear not, for I am with you; be not dismayed for I am your God... The rest went similarly, right? With true panic staved off for now, he stared at the stage with a severe expression on his face.

“This is ridiculous. Pitting us against each other for such shallow rewards? Who’d try to pull off such a thing?”

The question wasn’t towards anyone in particular, but his eyes remained trained on the stage. 

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Ch 1 Investigation Start: Matricide

Around the same time, all of you get a message from your Dating-pads.

[????: Guess what guess what!! O_O A contestant has been murdered! ♥♥♥ Everybody, come to the dining hall right now!! XD]

The remaining seventeen of you all report to the dining room in varying states of confusion and disbelief to find Misa’s bloodied corpse. There’s no way for this to be a prank, no matter how long you wait for Misa to get back up and say it was all a joke. Even your apparent host, Harvey, seems shocked at this development.

“Oh my god...she really is dead--how is the network going to explain this?”

As if on cue, another message from the Dating-pad shows up. 

[????: Well ♥ well ♥ well! ♥ Looks like Momma Misa bit the dust! And guess what? Someone in this room was the one who killed her! >u<]

[????: Who, you ask? Well, that’s up to you to find out! ♥ I’ll be giving you a nice little autopsy to give you some clues to how Misa died, but finding whodunnit is your job!]

[????: Good luck! See you in a few hours for a heart-stopping Trial of Passion! ♥♥♥♥]

♫♫

And that was that. Regardless of whether you wanted it or not, the task of finding Misa’s killer was in your hands. It might have been tempting to just avoid it all, but...if you ended up choosing wrong, who knew what would happen? You had to at least do your best to figure out the truth.

INVESTIGATION START!

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Ch 1 Body Discovery: Served Cold

After being given a motive, many of you dismissed the idea as not worth the price of someone’s life for some reason or another, and still not taking the whole murder gimmick seriously. However, soon enough things would change.

It’s 7pm the day after those strange messages about a cash reward, and the sun is low in the sky on Island Amour. Cherry Summers is seizing what’s left of the day, however, and is heading towards the kitchen to make smoothies, when she sees Imogen Dunbar heading in the same direction. They start to walk together into the kitchen, immediately they notice something is off.

♫♫

On entering the kitchen, Cherry and Imogen see what appears to be blood on the kitchen floor. Maybe it’s just ketchup or strawberry syrup, they think, but neither of those have the same consistency as what lays on the floor. A heart-pounding feeling of dread begins to set over the area, when at the same time, they can hear someone’s voice from the next room over—specifically, Annabelle Langeley screaming in shock. Something is in the dining hall, the two girls know, and when they open the door, they’re met with the same grisly sight that Annabelle was…

Misa Nishimurya, in a pool of her own blood.

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Of Whom Shall I Be Afraid? | Ch1 Event Reaction | Open

This is ridiculous. Pitting us against each other for such shallow rewards?

Hadn’t he been the one to say that? Ironic then, that he had been the first one targeted for death. If those had been real bullets he was shot with, Shepherd would be dead right now. Even if he hadn’t died, there was still a disturbing thought he had to live with: someone had wanted to kill him.

He’d always been one to try and dispel anxiety and fear from people, including himself. There was no need to fear adversity, for everything had its purpose. There was no need to fear turmoil, for nothing would last forever. There was no need to fear death, for the Lord would care for all in the afterlife.

But now? No matter what he told himself to try and push those thoughts out, Shepherd was very much afraid.

After everything had blown over, not wanting to return to his room just yet, Shepherd found himself sitting in a chair in the lounge, mostly staring at the glass of water he’d gotten for his nerves, and at the silenced gun loaded with blanks he still had on him. He honestly wasn’t sure whether he wanted to lock the weapon somewhere no one could open for his own peace of mind, or if he wanted to throw it overboard just so he wouldn’t have to look at the damn thing anymore. Guns never brought anything good after all, and just filled him with even more anxiety.

When he looked up, another person seemed to be staring at him. In his contemplative state, he hadn’t noticed at first. That wasn’t good...still, the priest smiled at the new face, not wanting to let on the negativity going through his head.

“Ah...how long have you been standing there? I’m sorry...you don’t need to worry, I’m just...processing everything that happened, I suppose.”

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Chapter One Execution | Harvey Roseblade | A Rose By Any Other Name…

The radio crackles to life once again, seemingly excited. “Times up! Let’s see who has the most beautiful bouquet!” The voice reads off the numbers of flowers each person has. As expected, Harvey walks away with the highest number. 

“Well, isn’t that how the cookie crumbles! Mass majority for one Mr. Roseblade! He’s drowning in those roses! You’re all in a special treat! I won’t say just yet but you only have seconds left on the clock, Harvey!!!” He just… drops the flowers that were handed to him. He looks rather calm. “Well… Whatever you think of me, I really don’t care. You think your words and glares harm me? You think the thoughts of a bunch of love sick morons who don’t have two brain cells to rub together really matter to me?” He rubs the bruising cheek before going on. “I don’t care what that voice said. Last time I checked, I’m the host of this show! The rules say you can’t hurt the host without punishment! So hit and threaten me all you want, you’re all going to get yours. I am in control! I am the damn host!” Before he can take another breath a metal claw drops from the ceiling and latches around Harvey’s neck. A look of surprise becomes a blur as he is pulled away…

Above the throne a screen drops down with a mechanical hum…

What you see next seems very real.

When Harvey opens his eyes, he’s… shocked. He was dragged away. He felt it. So why is he still in the trial room? Like he never left??

Though, the noticeable difference would be the complete lack of the contestants. Complete lack of any sort of life, really. The room is dim. He has to squint to even get a good look. What? Is this what they had planned for him? What now, everyone jumps out and shouts “Boo!”???

He clicks his tongue against his teeth.

Right as something crashes down right next to him. He jumps back with a yelp, stumbling over his feet and falling back, frantic. Hesitantly, he kicks at the fallen item. A metal thunk. Slowly rising to his feet, he can hear a crunch under his shoes as he steps closer. Glass?

This shape… he swears he knows what it is. Another crash a ways away, and finally, a light source. With the flickering beam, he can make out what seems to be a hanging studio light. Or, fallen studio light at this point. Another crash, and he sees it.

Cameras. Lights. Beams. All start to slowly come crashing down around him. Cables ripped apart and whipped about. Glass shards flying. Are there actually sparks coming from a few of them?? Talk about an unsafe work environment…

In the face of everything falling apart around him, Harvey does what he does best.

He gets the fuck out of dodge.

He’s surprised the door even opens for him, sprinting out right before a hanging mic slams into the ground. He has no real destination in mind, just the urgent need to avoid whatever’s happening back there!

If he can outrun child support payments, he sure as hell can outrun this. Harvey’s eyes whip about, searching for any sort of exit or place to hide. A building. A tree. A fence.

Oh wait that last one is right in front of him.

He nearly slams face first into flowers adorning it. No time to stop and smell the roses. He scrambles up and over the edge, stumbling and tripping over himself once on the other side. Face first into the ground.

“Kyuuuhuhuhuhu…..”

His head whips up at the noise, confused. Was someone laughing at him? At a time like this?? His mouth begins to curl into a snarl, only to cut himself off.

There’s a…. something standing before him. His mind doesn’t seem to even want to comprehend it.

No time for that however, as the figure takes dainty steps towards him. Despite its stature, there’s something simply intimidating about it.

“Harvey, Harvey, Harvey…”

Fingers— no, claws— no… thorns…??

Whoever, whatever it is, steps into the light.

“There’s been a small change of plans!”

He jumps to his feet, ready to make a break for it, but—

Something rips through his torso from behind. He gasps out, glancing down in disbelief as blood starts to stain his suit. A thin, thorned appendage is sticking out of him.

“You’ve been relieved of your duties ❤️”

Just as quickly, is the makeshift knife is ripped out of him. He slumps to the ground with a pathetic wheeze.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

Whoever— Whatever just killed him is simply walking away.

[HARVEY ROSEBLADE IS DEAD]

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Chapter One Vote Results

Harvey - 17

Cherry - 1

Yuriko - 1

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Trial One Rose Ceremony

Anger, tears, and utter surprise that this is all real spins around the room. Was there no end? What happens to Harvey? What happens to the rest of them. Those who refer to this higher power gets no answer and the bickering goes on. The radio sits on the throne, silent and mocking. What is it, really? Who sits on the other side of that thing? Finally a shrill ring breaks the voices of the room. The voice from before speaks once again

“Don’t you just love the smell of desperation and a pathetic life? ♥ Now if you’re all done smacking around Mr. Roseblade... Good! Time for the best part!  ♥ ♥ ♥”

Before you can even ask how the voice is making heart sounds with it’s voice, roses drop from the ceiling, seemingly from no where. A single rose now sits on each podium of the living constants (Harvey’s just smacks him on top of the head.) 

“Aren’t roses wonderful? They’re such wonderful symbols of love! Now, please give your rose to the person you’d love to see punished for such a crime! Just plop them on their podium... Or in Harvey’s case just toss it at him! Remember! You can only give them away once and you can’t take someone else’s flower without consent! Make it count!”

And once again the radio goes silent...