WEEK 6 TRIAL

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It was noon on Saturday.

No matter where they were, no matter what they were doing...the moment the chimes rang out through the hall, they felt a change.

The world...began to expand, as they felt themselves leaving the world they were on, and towards another, much larger world...🗈

...As always, the courtroom was there - along with the audience, watching, waiting for the entertainment before them.

The Witch - Nirrti - was there, sitting in the most important place, watching all of them with a sharp, cruel gaze, the smile on her face bright once again.

Watanuki was also there, but he merely lounged in the back behind them, smoking a kiseru pipe in silence.
...It seemed as if he was content to watch - that he had to watch - as part of the rules of the game.

There was no music to be heard, but... perhaps on another plane, in another place, someone else heard music as they gazed upon the proceedings.

Again, their forms had changed - perhaps into something different than last time, but...still a change, no matter how dramatic or inconsequential it was.

...There was a deep silence in the room, one that no one wanted to break. It was the faint tension in the air, like the moments before a race or a competition begins.

...There was so few of them now.
All of them...were now alone, having to come to this conclusion themselves.
Yet, they had to find the truth.
Why did three people die?
Who did this?
The answer...stretched on ahead...

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FANTASY RETELLING - 1/ 2

[lutea]

This would be it.
The very last night before the game came to a close.
On this night, the very air thrummed with a heavy weight...a weight tense and cruel.

The Witch was ready, of course.
After carefully considering her options…
...She decided to throw it all away and land on random chance.
Well, not exactly random.
But it was boring, calling them to her side whenever she needed them.

No, she would rather let someone else make that decision tonight.
After all, she had gotten a rather eager demon recently.
Why not let him have his fun and run around a little?
He did so seem to love hunting…
“...Come, Caarcrinolaas.”

Her hands glew with a deep, red light…
...And the light itself grew and grew, forming the shape of a dog first, then a man.
And before long -
The demon stood before her, summoned by her almost casual call.

“My lady?
...What do you have need of me?”
His refined voice - the accent of the vessel he wore - was at odds with his expression.
Though he wore a smile, his head tilted to the side - much like a curious, confused puppy, eager to please but not understanding what their owner wants.

Nirrti smiled, leaning back on the air itself like it was a chair...or a throne.
The very picture of a queen, about to order her vassal to do something…
“Tell me - would you like to decide the victims tonight?”

...This was not what the demon was expecting, yet -
As he comprehended what she was saying, he quickly went from minor shock to utter delight, his tail whipping the air furiously in anticipation.
“I would be pleased to have the honor!
If you wish, I would slaughter all the pieces - and then the rest of humanity, if you gave the word.”
Then, he sighed - a soft, disappointed sigh.
“....Of course, that goes against the spirit of the game.
\How many shall I be allowed to hunt down?”

The Witch cackled in delight at his exuberance, though she did agree with what he was saying.
Still, it would be good to restrain him in, just a little.
“Let me think….Unfortunately, you can’t slaughter all of the pieces as you’d like. Kimihiro would protest, and it would be simply unfair...like having your turn never end in chess, so you could keep taking your opponent’s pieces.”

Summoning up a single six-sided dice, she handed it to him.
“What if we let luck decide?
...Whatever is face up is the number you’ll be allowed to kill.”

Of course, the demon laughed - the sound not unlike a bark
“How can I resist letting Miss Fortune decide?”
A small giggle was his only answer as he threw the dice in the air, like a coin.
They both watched it rise and then begin to fall - but Caarcrinolaas snatched from the air with an easy grasp of his hand, opening it to reveal -
3 pips, black and shining on the white die.

“Ah, it looks like three pieces.
How fun for you - that’ll be a new record.
As for how you kill them, well…
I’ll allow you to decide.
So long as it is suitably entertaining to watch - it can be as messy or clean as you’d like.”

Crossing an arm in front of him as he bowed deeply, his head snapped up.
The smile that flitted across his face was far too wide for his face, his eyes dilating until the pupil swallowed the iris - a deep black instead of the normal red.

“My Lady….”
He held his arm out dramatically as he straightened up, like an actor before an audience.
Of course, that what was she intended him to be on this night.
“...I shall author a new chapter of bloodshed - a new novella for your entertainment!”
Then, he was gone.
Vanished into the air, or so it seemed.
In truth, he was beginning his hunt in earnest.

The Witch merely laughed, the cruel noise echoing over the house, as the clock turned over to midnight, and the bells began to toll…
Those bells resounding mournfully, calling all to sleep, save for the three the demon had picked out…

...And the first of them...was Clear.
He had been peacefully inside of the Rec Room, not realizing what time it was.
Or that he had been chosen…

The door creaked open-
at first it seemed like nobody was there.
Then footsteps fell, loud and deliberate...
….circling the young man...before the white-haired demon suddenly appeared in front of him.

Even with his mask on, it was easy to see Clear be shocked by the appearance of the demon.
Yet, he said nothing - because he knew what tonight was, and if a demon was in front of him…
Then that could only mean one thing, couldn’t it?

With a gentle movement, Clear attempted to back up, putting his arms up…

“Ah, Child of Man.”
The voice was strangely gentle.
Yes, despite the malice that shone through in his eyes, focusing only on his prey.
“That’s right - it’s time for your appointed hour.”

Raising a clawed hand, he cut a wound on his own wrist.
A bright bead of red popped from the gash, the blood elongating into the shape of a bullet.
It was impossible, and yet...It existed in that space…!
Caarcrinolaas smirked as the blood bullet spun, aiming right at Clear, proclaiming in a loud voice -
“Now then! Let us set up a most magnificent scene for your friends!”

Instantly, the bullet was ‘fired.’
...However, it made no noise.
Unlike a normal bullet, it was not fired with a gun, but with magic.
However, that didn’t mean it’s lethality was reduced.
No, it was just as deadly - and as accurate as the real thing…!

Pang!

….That was not a sound that it was supposed to make.
No, the sound that resounded throughout the area…
Was one akin to a bullet hitting metal.
The blood bullet flew into a nearby wall, congealing…

And yet, Clear still stood, with a new hole in his gas mask, even as he made a noise and pressed a hand to his head automatically.

The smirk dropped from the demon’s grin, as his eyes expanded once again, the black devouring the red until it was gone from view.
He gave a half-shrug, almost casually.
Almost casually, and yet...
“Ah - I see, you’re a doll.”
The growl behind those words...was something much deeper.

Sighing, he called another mass of blood to come from the wound he’d made - creating another bullet to hover in the air.
“No matter - you are something of man, and I shall slaughter you just the same.”

Yet again, it was fired - and before the robot could react again, Caarcrinolaas was there, slicing through the strap of the gasmask Clear wore and tearing it off of his face.
...And then, he was gone - as if he had never been there in the first place.

There was a moment of shock, as the young man - the robot - stood there, as if he couldn’t understand what had just happened.
He touched his face with a hand, softly.

Without his mask, Clear felt incomplete.
Not only that, but the demon was still out there…
He had to stop him, and recover the mask before anyone else fell victim - or anyone saw his face.

Quickly, the young man checked the rest of the rooms in the hall, before finally coming to the music room.
The room seemed odd and out of place in the mansion, but…
Perhaps a demon would be more comfortable in a place like that.
With caution, he opened the door...and saw a gasmask in the middle of the floor, with a pile of otomatones near it.

….Maybe if he was fast enough...then whatever trap was waiting for him wouldn’t trigger.

Carefully, he stepped inside - and rushed towards the mask, picking it up -

Except the demon was waiting for just that.
A splatter of blood - that stretched from his wrist to the marking he had made on the floor in advance - was all that was needed to complete the magical circle he had created.
Of course, such magic was invisible to the eyes of a man-made doll.

With the demonic blood fueling it, an angry, hot red rose around Clear, trapping him inside the circle - a circle with an inscription of pure destruction, focusing only on one central point…!

BANG-BOOM!

The mansion itself shook as the magic completed itself, the stench of motor oil high in the air.
The floor collapsed, falling into the empty linen room -
And took with it countless small pieces of metal, littering the room and the one below it…

Clear had not been able to withstand the magical blast.
...Of course, no one could have.
Yet, instead of a gloriously bloody room, there was only a room full of the stench of human invention, metal and pieces of artificial skin and hair where there should have been flesh…
Even the fact that a piece of metal had torn through the demon and left his blood upon the wall when the explosion happened was disappointing.

Wincing, the demon lapped at the wound on his wrist.
Each lick helped seal it back up, until there was no sign of it ever having been there.
With that done, he gazed at the remains of the doll -
And easily kicked one of the pieces down into the gap in the floor he had created.
That wasn’t satisfying.
No, it wasn’t satisfying at all.
It may have been in the shape of a man, a creation of man...but it was not a man.
He was unable to reveal things to machines, or impress the joy of bloodshed or knowledge, no matter how advanced the machine was.

Still, he had time.
There were two more to choose from, and all the rest - mostly - had warm blood and thinking minds to delight in.
With that in mind, he vanished again - moving towards a certain location.

...In the kitchen, Emi was sitting at the table - a cup of tea and a lemon tart in front of her.
She was far from stupid - she knew what being awake on this night meant.
It didn’t mean that she should be frightened, or cringe away from her death.

...And at the very least, she should at least get to taste something nice before she died.
Savoring the flavor of the tart, she closed her eyes - unaware of the invisible demon reaching out for her…

And suddenly, there was a pressure at her throat.
Something was cutting off her airflow, making it impossible for her to breathe…
And then, she was even lifted off of the ground.

Caarcrinolaas grinned as he held his prey in the air.
He always did like hunting foxes - whether real or spiritual.
Whether it was because of the canine-shape he usually takes, or their cunning and wickedness that made them worthy prey-
He had been anticipating taking one of them down.

“I didn’t expect to find one of the dying to be having a last meal. Though unlike humans, your kind do tend to not find death to be a thing to be feared.”
His voice echoed around, seemingly coming from nowhere and everywhere at once, sending a chill down her panicked spine.

She scratched and clawed with her hands, but to no avail - the fingers gripping her throat were like iron bars.
All she could make was a strangled, whistling cry...

Outside, in the darkness of the quiet night, Erhard waited.
He knew that he had he had little hope of fighting back any attackers - no matter who came for his life.
No, his only hope of survival was to ambush any potential attackers, and catch them off guard.
He quietly waited, listening carefully for signs of life in the kitchen, staying silent as he heard Emi moving around inside.
Of course, he didn’t make his presence known.
The second he revealed himself, she would be on him -
As she could fight, where as he...couldn’t.
And he didn’t want to bring death to anyone, yet -
The Witch had pushed them all into this, and so they had to dance to her whims.

Erhard toyed with the idea of going back to bed.
While it was an attractive thought, what if his unknown assailant went for him in his room?
No, it was better to stay outside.
But as he thought that -

He heard that terrible sound.
The sound of someone choking, gagging -
And his instincts reacted, as he rushed in through the door.
His own fear meant nothing, not when someone needed help!

[lutea]

Yet...what he saw….
Suspended in the air, Emi struggled and thrashed - and in the moonlight that flooded the kitchen-
Was the shadow of a great beast, it’s jaws around her neck, tightening and shaking…!

In that moment, Erhard knew.
He grabbed a knife from the block, but…
His hands were shaking, even as he gazed at the scene.
She was right there - he could save her, and yet -

However, Caarcrinolaas wouldn’t wait.
The demon suddenly appeared out of the air, his .hands wrapped around Emi’s throat.
...No.
He didn’t appear - he revealed himself.

Laughing, the demon sneered at Erhard.
What were you planning to do with that knife, my good doctor?”
Not waiting for a response, he scratched at his cheek - and let a rivulet of blood appear from it, letting it crawl over his arm like some kind of horrible snake before it took the form of a knife, pressing against Emi’s neck.

For a long second, nothing moved -
And then, the blade plunged into her neck.
Blood sprayed as a major artery was severed, the poor victim only giving a choked gurgle in response.

...And...like a dog that has finished killing its prey, Caarcrinolaas dropped her to the ground.
As the doctor stared in horror, Emi bled out...and then went still.

...And now, they were alone.
The demon walked over to him - calmly, not even worrying about the knife or any chance of counter attack as he grabbed it out of Erhard’s hand, twirling it around.

“...Now then.
I would normally give you a special send off.
...But my time is running short, and you did shoot me.”
There was a growl at that - yet he stopped, and continued.

“However - I will give you one last choice - Doctor.
Accept the gift of knowing and let me fill your head up with everything so that trauma, guilt and suffering is completely buried, leaving you as something that is no longer a piece… or I could kill you.
...Answer fast.”

After all, a dead body, and a living one with a mind so completely shattered that it could no longer be called human was a classic element in mysteries of the most sensational sort.
...And it would still count as having three victims.

Yet...the doctor spoke, quietly.
Though he knew what would come of it…
...He still refused.

“... you’d make me forget Sherlock if you did that.
It hurts to see him in your face, demon.
It hurts to hear his voice in yours.”

Erhard...knelt on the floor, closing his eyes even as he spoke.

“But I don’t want to forget him.
...I can’t.
...So kill me.”

In the silence after those brave words, Caarcrinolaas stared down at him.
His eyes - changed to ones of sheer black for the third and final time that night.

“I know everything about your kind -”
SHUNK.
The knife….went through Erhard’s right eye.
In a single, swift motion - it pierced his brain, shutting everything down.
“-But I still do not understand you humans.”

Taking out the knife, the body...fell into the slowly growing puddle of blood.
Admiring his handiwork, the demon turned his attention to the table, using the knife to carve out a single phrase.
First, do no harm.
...Yes, that was a fitting send off, wasn’t it?

Suddenly, there was a noise.
It was the sound of someone clapping…
The Witch...appeared in front of him, and gently smiled.

“What a wonderful night you gave me, Caarcrinolaas.
It was beautiful - truly beautiful!
I believe the pieces will have a hard time tomorrow, won’t they?”

He smiled at the praise, his white tail wagging happily.
“Of course -
All I need is Praise from My Lady, and I will everything in my power to please her.”

“You have definitely pleased me well, my loyal Furniture.
I have only one question to ask you -
Did you have fun?”
That question...like one would ask a beloved pet, after a day out.

Laughing, the demon nodded - and placed the bloody knife back in Erhard’s hands.
“Of course!”
Then, quickly - before the Witch could say anything - he snatched up the slice of tart that Emi never got to finish enjoying.
He took a quite bite - and then paused.
“Huh, there’s a sweet note among the sour… and an odd heat to it.
It balances out the tart lemon exquisitely.”

Nirrti giggled again, nodding at him.
“Wonderful.
...I still have some work to do, but you may retire for the night.
Rest well.”

With that same gentle, yet terrible smile...she vanished into black flame, leaving the demon alone.
Soon after, the demon himself departed, leaving the half-eaten tart behind .
Letting only silence reign in the mansion yet again...
...If only until morning broke, and everything was discovered.

[lutea]

[As always, the Witch begins to speak as the story finishes, a cruel smile on her face.]

It seems long tales are becoming my specialty, *cackle!* So? Did you enjoy it? Did you enjooooooooooy seeing them all die at the hands of my dear Fuuuuuurnituuuuuure? Ah, I'm sure it made you all want to scream and cry, riiiiiight?!

Come! Admit I - and my demon - did this! Tell me that I killed them, that it was me, that I summoned a demon to slaughter them all with no remoooooooooooorse!! Admit to my existance, you pitiful pieces, and I may be merciful in the eeeeeeeeend!!!

Ah, but if you want to struggle in the web I've woven, go aheaaaaaaaaad! Will you show me a better showing than the display you put on last time, where you had to be saved by the culprit himseeeeeelf?! This is the last time you'll be solving a murder from meeee, so make it count!! Don't disappoint me like you did!!

Since there are more bodies - and considering how awful you were last time - I maaaaay give you a little extra time this week! However, only a little!

In the end, it won't change anything, it won't help you at aaaaaaaaaaaalll!!

Submit to me, or prove one of you killed!!

That is your only choice!! So, go on, tell me -

Were Clear, Emi, and Erhard's deaths a Mystery, or a Fantasy?

???

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Code for Blue Truth:

<font color=#000099><b>TEXTHERE</b></font>

As a reminder, Blue Truth is meant for theorycrafting - so while you can ask for information normally, Blue Truth is meant as a counterattack against the witch.

Going up against her and getting hit multiple times will require you to step away, though there's no imposed time limit. We just ask that you have your character back off.

[goldenmaniac]

Nirrti, can you confirm some things for me?

[keydomhearts]

[ Today, Sora is... transparent? It's almost like he's made from sea glass. He doesn't seem to notice though. ]

I found a gun and Clear's mask in the Rec Room. There was also strange flakes in the air and two bullet casings. We couldn't get any prints off of them.

[ Sora would have been a much easier victim at the time or even Takumi. ]

[rikuchi]

Strange flakes?

[ Hi transparent Sora. ]

[respring]

[ t....touches Sora's shoulder

are u a ghost ]

[oceanicbutterfly]

[Sora you can't hide your feelings on this. We can see right through you.]

[improbablenotimpossible]

[Caarcrinolaas appears, kneeling next to Nirrti, like a hound at their master's feet. He smiles at the crowd, his entire form tense - like a dog waiting to be commanded to hunt.

The only difference between how he appeared in the Manor and now is the long, black claws tipping his fingers]

[oceanicbutterfly]

mumble grumble never let me choose mumble

[incrediblystressedout]

Bad dog! No hunting in the house! Or interfering with crime scenes!

[Joey doesn't get her own toplevel today, but she's got her arms folded across a royal blue cocktail dress and a big Iris pinned in her hair to give her that extra couple inches of height when trying to discipline a dog demon.]

[goldenmaniac]

[For the first time since he arrived here, since the first trial, Takumi isn't surrounded by that blue aura. Doesn't look like he's about to fall apart into data at any minute.

His outfit is still certainly new, though a bit more masculine and... not quite so short cut as the woman he was modeled after. Even if it still showed a bit more chest then he'd normally be comfortable with.

Even if it was a bit embarrassing though he was proud- this, after all, was his mentor. This was his inner image of a Detective! The only thing that would be more fitting is if he looked more like her true form.]

Sakura-san found a remote that I was able to confirm was a detonator for C4 explosive. I also found weird fake skin flakes in the rubble. Assuming the retelling has some truth to it we can assume it's Clear's fake skin due to being a robot?

[He was a machine this whole time...]

I'll note that Sora and I weren't just unable to get prints off the gun and casings- there weren't any TO find so the culprit probably had gloves or wiped them off.

I checked the bodies too, and Emi's eye changed color - I couldn't find any injury or sign of irritation, so I have no idea why it changed other than maybe something to do with her being a fox?

[excavated]

[ even a good demon can appreciate a friend's good chest ]

[keydomhearts]

[ They swapped places or something. Since now Sora is all transparent. ]

Did it look like she was strangled like the retelling?

[rikuchi]

The only other thing I can think of is her eye color change being tied to her death somehow.

[ Hm... ]

[respring]

[ Sakura has on a cool-looking outfit this time. And if you lean in near her, do you hear music playing? ...no, you must just be hearing things. ]

I smelled something charred coming from the linen room, so I went to investigate. There was a huge hole in the ceiling, with bits and pieces of metal scattered around the room. Some of the metal pieces looked like bones.

The room above the linen room was the music room, so it's obvious that's where the main explosion happened. I looked up there and Clear-san was there, in pieces. It, um, it turns out he was a robot.

[ ........... ]

The explosion looked weirdly contained, like it stayed in one spot, but the rest of the room was messed up from the blast--things knocked over and such, with blast marks radiating from the center. On the ground, there were splashes of motor oil, broken computer pieces like chips and wires. and these little black patches of material...I think it may have been from Clear-san's gas mask? Tiny flakes of some sort of...I don't know, actually, were there. I didn't get a good look at what they might be. And there were these dark gray bits of something--I, um, don't know what they were, either, I apologize.

In the corner of the room there was a blood splatter and a remote control. When I went to go look at it the entire floor collapsed. Um, I wasn't able to gather much about it myself, but Aiba-san took a look at the remote and said it was a C4 detonator.

[oceanicbutterfly]

[that is a good look, matou-san]

[byanyother_name]

[Kurama's form has shifted more dramatically than usual! The balance of it is skewed towards Youko again- taller, golden eyes, sharper features. But there's more than that.

Short, pale claws to his fingers. His ears and tail are red at the tips, as red as his human form's hair. Where the red and silver white meet is an extremely visible shading to pink.

And his tunic has no sleeves. On the inside of his left wrist, a pale pink-green eye blinks and stares.

Kurama bares sharp teeth at Caar before looking away.]

Poorly authored.

[improbablenotimpossible]

[He just smiles at him, all fangs]

[aleph_armed]

[Gebura looks largely unchanged from the form she held last week, though notably she seems to have some addons: A black hammer with a gaping mouth on it and a large white and black sword.]

I was part of the investigation for the bodies in the kitchen. Emi was found with a stab mark on her neck, going from her right to her left, with mild bruising on her knuckles. Takumi has more information on the topic of Emi.

Erhard was holding a knife in his right hand, and when we found him, he was on his sides with his knees bent. There were also scuff marks on his knees. In addition, he had a bruise on his face and a stab wound on his eyelid, extending into the eye itself. Joey can fill you in on more details.

Aside from that, there was some food in the garbage: Some lemon curd, an empty glass jar that had some apple residue, and a whole untouched apple cake. The apple cake was on top, with the lemon curd underneath the cake, and the empty jar underneath the lemon curd.

[keydomhearts]

I think Erhard may have baked the treats. The apple cake for sure...I don't know why he would have thrown it away though.

CATHERD #1

[respring]

Um, I think it might be useful to go through the retelling and pick it apart, so see what parts could be true and what parts are not. [ so we don't have a repeat of last week and forget about mom's fanfiction ]

Aiba-san confirmed with Nirrti-san that the order of deaths and the actual causes of their deaths are all correct, so that's something to keep in mind.

Summarizing it...in the retelling, Caar-san found Clear-san in the rec room, and tried to kill him with a magic bullet. It went through him and didn't do anything, because Clear-san is a robot. It surprised Caar-san, as he didn't expect that, so he stole the mask and lured Clear-san into the music room. His mask was there, but when he touched it, it activated a magic circle and killed him. A piece of shrapnel cut Caar-san's wrist and left a blood splatter on the wall.

In reality...I think we all know it was the C4 trap that killed Clear-san. The culprit may have tried to shoot him, but was surprised to find out that he wasn't human, and set up a trap with the explosives. As for the blood...I'm guessing the same thing happened to the culprit, a piece of shrapnel cut them, but that begs the question of why did they not take cover?

There's also a noticeable discrepancy--in the retelling, Caar-san stole Clear-san's mask and placed it in the music room, but Sora-san found the mask in the rec room. I also found black patches of material in the music room that may have been part of the gas mask as well, so...were there two masks? Did the culprit actually get another one in advance? Did he not actually shoot Clear-san, and was planning to lure him to the music room in the first place? But then why did they allow themselves to be injured by the explosion?

As for Kino-san and Dr. Muller...in the retelling, Caar-san ambushed Kino-san while she was eating, trying to strangle her. Dr. Muller heard the noise and rushed in to try to help her, grabbing a knife. Caar-san used his magic again to make a knife and slit Kino-san's throat. She died of blood loss. Caar-san and Dr. Muller had a conversation...I'm not sure if that part is relevant to the reality, but Caar-san took Dr. Muller's knife, and Dr. Muller dared Caar-san to kill him--so he did, and stabbed Dr. Muller through the eye while he was on his knees, killing him instantly. He then used the knife to carve a phrase into the table. And he, um, ate part of Kino-san's food, for some reason.

For those of you who investigated the scene where Kino-san and Dr. Muller were, do you have any ideas on the reality?

[keydomhearts]

I think he did shoot Clear. There was a bullet hole in his mask and two shell casings. I didn't see any bullet holes in the walls, so I think both bullets went into Clear...

Injuries

[incrediblystressedout]

Okay. One thing that was consistent with the retelling and the evidence is that someone got a bloody injury when Clear blew up. The blood can't be from Clear, because apparently he really was a robot, and that also eliminates Gebura as a suspect for upstairs, at least.

Me, Sakura, and Ann were uninjured when we checked. Sora, did all of the remaining guys get checked for new injuries?

[keydomhearts]

Riku said that Kurama was the only one who didn't get checked.

Catherd #2

[aleph_armed]

Okay, so what we've got so far is as follows, correct me if I'm off at some point here, though keep in mind this is still mostly theory here.

First, there were to people intending to kill this time around: One going after Clear, and the other going after Emi.

The one intending to kill Clear's original plan, as far as we can tell, was to shoot Clear in the Rec Room, and presumably dispose of the body by placing it into the music room, which was armed with C4 and could be remotely detonated. However, when clear survived a gunshot to the head on the basis of being a robot, he changed his plans a bit, cut off Clear's gas mask, and took off with it, planting an additional gas mask in the C4 room. When clear headed inside, the culprit detonated the C4, killing Clear. The explosion also likely injured the culprit in the wrist.

The one intending to kill Emi intended to use poison to do so, baking an apple cake and a lemon tart, including some of the poisonous apples from the forest in their recipes. At about this point, the culprit may have chickened out and tried to tell Emi not to eat to eat it. Whereupon, Emi punched the culprit and ate the tart anyways. One she eventually began eating the tart, she began choking due to it being poisoned. At this point, she was guaranteed a slow painful death, so one of the two culprits stabbed her with the knife to so that she would at least die quickly.

However, the Clear's killer had the ability to sometimes see what Emi sees, and as such saw Emi's killer perform some part of the deed, and rushed over to the kitchen only to be too late. He then took the weapon that Emi's killer used, and stabbed him through the eye, killing him instantly. Clear's killer would then use the knife to carve words blaming Emi's killer for being a killer in spite of murdering someone himself, and then placed the knife in Emi's killer's right hand.

The culprits of course, are Kurama for killing Clear and Erhard, and Erhard for killing Emi.

...Does that sound right to everyone? Did I miss something?

[keydomhearts]

Maybe she thought the lemon tart came from someone else? Why else would she eat it?

Everything else sounds about right.

VERDICT

[lutea]

[Kurama begins to float in the air, much like every other culprit before him - and Erhard's dead body appears as well, as she opens her arms out, her face impassive.]

....Kurama and Erhard are the culprits in this case. Kurama killed Clear and Erhard, and Erhard killed Emi.

....Return, o culprit.

[The chant is apparently not needed to always bring people back to life, as the wound on Erhard's eye quickly knits itself, the man suddenly breathing again with a startled gasp.

Nirrti continues on, her face passive.]

...Both of you will be punished. But first...I will fufill the wishes you killed for.

[Both Caim and Vinea are suddenly floating in the air, along with Sherlock's empty body - all of them floating in a row.

Nirrti....looks away for a moment, taking a deep breath before opening her eyes with an intensely mournful look.]

....Clear for Karen, Erhard for Syaoran, and Emi for Sherlock.

That was the deal for this final motive. I must....return your vessels back to their original owners....no.

I must return you back to yourselves.

Oh my Furniture...my dear, sweet demons, who I penned into this world...

I am....so very, very sorry.

[And then, with a single swipe of her hand -

The demons go limp.

(In the audience, a certain Servant grabs his chest and gasps.]

No, more than that...their eyes are still open, though they hang like dolls. But their eyes have returned to their normal hues, with the wings vanishing from Syaoran's back as well.

Then, she raises her hands above her head, a beautiful...soft white glow forming and surrounding the three bodies, obscuring them in a blanket of pure light...

...And sets them gently on the ground, as the light fades away and they are able to stand on their own two feet.

...Because...

Karen, Sherlock, and Syaoran have been returned to play.]

....I will...give you all a moment.

Then...I will begin my punishment.

[...But unlike the other times, she doesn't leave, nor giggle or cackle.

She merely...goes to sit silently, her hair pooling around her, looking almost despondent.]

[keydomhearts]

[ r u okay nirrti ]

EXECUTION: Go Gently into that Good Night

[lutea]

[After a moment, she stands - and lifts her arms.

Kurama and Erhard both float over to her - one looking solemn but resolute, the other adrift in tears and grief.

For a moment, she looks at them, and her hand twitches, trembles....but ultimately goes limp.

There is...no trace of cruelty or joy in her eyes as she comes forward, embracing the two of them in one large embrace.

They both look surprised...and yet, as she holds them, they seem to relax...their eyes slowly drifting shut as sleep overtakes them.

Soon, they are both deeply asleep - yet she doesn't stop holding them.
Instead she hums - soft and tonelessly, as their breathing begins to slow.

She holds them as they slowly...gently...begin to end, each heartbeat getting slower and slower.

Hmm....hmm hmm....shh...

And then, just like when you drift off into dreams...

...They had died, their breaths finally stilling.

Yet, she continued to hold them - until their bodies slowly crumbled away into ash, and scattered in her arms in a flurry of soft white flakes, disappearing into the air.

And as everyone alive returned back to the mansion...

...The Witch....continued to stand where she was, her back turned to them all.]

[goldenmaniac]

Nirrti... thank you.