A/N: Finally, the moment for the grand reveal has come. Bring the fireworks! Open the champagne! Tell the newspapers!

Please don't throw tomatoes at me.


Mr. Darcy's pale body was found in front of the church the next morning. It was left there as a final sacrifice. His mouth was slightly open, as if in enquiry. His eyes, glass-like, would look no more. His body was distorted in an unnatural angle.

Mr. Darcy was night-killed.

Mr. Darcy was a Villager.

It was an unbearable sight. The two ladies watched for some minutes in silence.

Then, they looked at each other.

The sun was shining upon Catherine and Elizabeth. A grasshopper jumped on a nearby leaf. The birds were singing as melodically as ever.

Since there were only two of them, there could be no lynching. They would skip immediately to the next night-phase. And they both knew it.

Finally, one of them spoke.

-You? Elizabeth whispered.

-Me, Catherine replied.

-You were not an innocent townsperson? Elizabeth asked.

-Nah, Catherine said.

-But you look like an innocent townsperson! Elizabeth declared, very indignantly.

-Exactly, Catherine confirmed. Kekekekekekekekeke.

And then the light vanished, and the sky was full of clouds. The masks had fallen. Catherine left out a triumphant howl, and-

At this point, a very violent scene takes place. The author does not approve of it at all. Suffice it to say that it was a dark and stormy night.

The game was finished.

The werewolves won.