Most of the others had opted to stay in their trailers, keeping them locked and not letting a single person in. However, two people had decided to stay outside, watching for the Mafia.
Invader.Socks, feeling a familiar pain in his arm, was one of them. He was looking inside one of the other trailers, a strange look plastered on his face the whole time. It appeared that he was remembering something, but the dullness in his eyes gave off the impression that he didn't care anymore. Sighing, he left the trailer alone, deciding to look around for the Mafia instead of waiting. If he was going to die, he would go down fighting.
As he walked by a narrow alley, a hand reached out and grabbed him by the neck. He attempted to yell for help, but the grip was too tight for him to make a sound. The figure before him, clad in dark clothing, was giving him one of the most intense death glares he had ever seen. Unfortunately for him, it was the last thing he saw before a dagger was plunged into his neck.
Meanwhile, Kojiru was looking around the studio with only a flashlight on him. His hands were shaking, as evidenced by the shuddering beam of light that the flashlight gave off. He never asked for this. He never asked to become part of some sick game. Why was this even happening? He certainly had no idea, but one thing was for sure:the instant he had a chance to get out of here, he was sure as hell going to take it.
As he started to leave the building, he heard a noise behind him. He quickly spun around, only to see nothing behind him. A relieved sigh escaped from his mouth as he turned around, only to come face-to-face with a rather intimidating figure. His eyes widened as cold irises looked down on him. Kojiru couldn't speak, let alone scream as the figure gave him a wicked grin.
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The next day, everyone checked on the gate. It was still locked, much to everyone's disappointment. This was followed by a head count, which revealed that two people were missing: Kojiru and Invader.Socks. They found Invader soon enough; he was in the alley with several stab wounds all over his body. It appeared that first wound was the one on the neck, which probably ended his life. Whatever happened, though, was certainly a lot better than what happened to Kojiru.
He was found sitting on the floor in the studio, which now reeked of a smell the others were starting to dread. Upon further inspection, they saw several cuts and bruises all over his body. What took the cake was when they finally checked his head; it was barely recognizable, and a hole was found on his forehead. While it appeared to be bullet shaped, there was no splatter of blood on the wall, nor was there an exit wound on the back of his head. Either the bullet never came out, or the culprits did something else.
The trailers were their next destination. Half of the group searched Kojiru's, while the others checked Invader's. There was no evidence proving that Kojiru was anything, but Invader's yielded something interesting. A picture of himself and a woman were found near the TV, while a newspaper article was on the floor. It read, "Man's Luck Almost Runs Out", and it talked about how Invader was able to escape death. His girlfriend, on the other hand, wasn't so lucky. She took a bullet for him and died before she could get to the hospital. As the others looked at the newspaper in shock, Sleepy noticed a crumpled up note in the trash can. He picked it up and started to read it out loud.
No more. No more watching innocent people die. No more people will hang by the noose. Not while I'm still alive.
Several eyes widened in realization.
Invader.Socks was the Unlyncher.
Kojiru was a Townie.
The Guardian is keeping an eye on MatthewJA today.
It is now the Day Phase.
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