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.
