WEEK 4 INVESTIGATION

[foundationmods]

Four weeks.

By now, waking up to death on Friday was becoming normal.

Gazing at something that should not have occurred...a death of one of them.
A death done by one of them....which could have been done by anyone.
Even by someone who would seem to have no reason to kill...🗈

Such a thing...was draining.
No, it was more than that - it was preying upon their very souls...
But they had no choice.

No matter how they felt, they had to search, to find the body and find the clues that would bring them to the killer themselves in tomorrow's trial.

...What kind of horror will they find today?

What kind of death did one of their number face?

And what sort of horrible, heart-rending truth....will be the end result, at the end of this week...?

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[anonnomnomnom]

[He probably barely even registered getting yelled at, it’s fine.]

Then do what you want, I guess.

[There’s something either tired or just unsteady there, but he doesn’t look up.]

[youkaiwatch]

In that case, I'll also say that I didn't know him well but I liked him.

[anonnomnomnom]

Koide is always Koide.

[It’s nonsensical, like a charm, or a spell. He curls up a little more and his voice drops to almost nothing for the next words.]

I wanted him to keep being Koide forever.

[youkaiwatch]

[ She's not sure what to say to that. She's not going to say he still will be, because they both know he's going to come back with a different name and personality in a few days, and it will be a slap in the face to everyone who cared about him.

Eventually, she does kneel down, just... carefully avoiding the paint. ]

It should have been that way.

[anonnomnomnom]

No.

[His voice is a little louder again, a little firmer.]

It was never that way. The island, or the Game, or any of us.

[youkaiwatch]

[ That seems like a bit of a leap ]

Hm?

[anonnomnomnom]

It was always going to end this way, wasn't it? Everything.

The Game won't end.

[The Game must go on.]

[youkaiwatch]

[ Ah... ]

I don't know. Probably. I don't think Watanuki-kun really knew what he was getting into.

[ Which is not remotely a defense, and she doesn't mean for it to be one. ]

[anonnomnomnom]

[A quiet scoff.]

He never did.

But his Pieces made the choice. It might be faster to cut off the head, but it's a lot less satisfying.

[If it sounds disjointed, it's because he isn't entirely talking to her. It's a murmur, like a quiet stream of words to himself.]