#tracksofgod

[brotein-not-for-bros]

All day, Akihiko had felt slightly uncomfortable and on-edge, but he couldn’t put his finger on why. He just felt this presence nearby, but whenever he looked around he couldn’t actually see anything out of place.

When he passed through the hotel lobby to leave the building, he felt someone watching him. Turning around, he saw the person from the trial who’d pulled a gun on him, just staring intently right at Akihiko. No attempts at hiding or looking away, just that steady, almost hungry gaze.

“Hey,” Akihiko spoke, with an edge to his voice, “have you been following me around?!”

@tracksofgod

[argusagonized-blog]

Hey, @tracksofgod, you have a tween on your heels!

      Seeing as how this weird guy wasn’t around the previous morning to hear her make a loud declaration about the murder notebook, Peacock decides it’d be easier to track this son of a bitch down on her own. Lear seems like the type of guy to find creepy shit like that interesting, so she might as well show it to him personally!

      (... He looks a little pink, actually. Is that why the carpets are the way they are? What the fuck.)

      “Hey, you!” Peacock’s running after Lear. She’s not gonna let this guy get out of her sight, not this time! “Y’know that loon that just got killed? Turns out he wrote out a bunch of diary entries about everyone on the island! He wrote a lot about you...

                        ... Yer interested in hearing about what he thought of you, right?”

[shslsuperstitious]

@tracksofgod

Departing from the beach where they had been dropped off, Daiki notices that the remaining group is noticeably smaller. He figures that, like himself, some of the other students didn’t want to linger around the beach for too long. He heads in some direction -- hopefully towards the hotel. It doesn’t matter where, however. He just wishes to be away from the mass of people.

As he walks, he appreciates the gradually decreasing volume of chattering voices that eventually turns into silence. It’s something ideal, somewhere he can finally relax. He notices the looming hotel nearby, but he knows better. Sooner or later, the students will migrate to the hotel, and his efforts to achieve peace and quiet will be in vain.

Daiki relishes in the silence for however long he can. He thinks to himself about the situation he’s in: the suspiciousness of that letter, the fact that he’s currently sitting on an island surrounded by complete strangers, the fact that he’ll be sitting on an island surrounded by complete strangers for an entire month. Anxiety bubbles within him, but his train of thought is interrupted when he hears a snapping of a twig and a rustle in the bushes.

Oh dear god.

“H-H-H-HELLOOO...?!”