Chapter 7: Lust: Act Four
8:03 A.M Day Ten
North Wing
First Floor
Hercules Room
"...Are we really sure she's dead? Maybe she's just in a coma? I-I heard that there are some people who've been buried alive because they seemed dead, only to awaken suddenly much later," Arabelle suggested in a shaky voice. The Chemist twirled her parasol in an almost frantic manner as she looked across the table at the rest of the gathered students.
The Elite Medical Researcher shook his head. "While I have yet to conduct a formal autopsy, there is little doubt. Not only has her complexion become pale, but rigor mortis has already begun. It may be unpleasant to face it, but the truth is she's deceased. Furthermore, one of us sitting at this table is her killer."
The Heiress gritted her teeth sadly as she recalled the horror of seeing Yasmine's lifeless body. "She deserved so much better," she said softly. "She truly tried to keep us together to the best of her ability. What craven would dare defile her like this?!" Katalina cried, soft tears falling down the left side of her face. She raised her hands together and began mumbling a prayer in Spanish.
The Ballroom Dancer let out a mournful sigh. "Yasmine was innocent. She deserved to live; she deserved far better than this. Who could have done this?"
Rachel slammed her fist on the table. "A vile criminal, that's who!" Her words seethed with fury. "Mark my words, they will be found and brought to justice! Nobody gets away with such an act while I'm around!"
"Yeah, could you possibly take it down a few notches?" Isidore snapped irritably as he covered his ears. "I've already got a headache and you're not helping."
The Elite Coordinator offered a cross look at the Real Estate Baron. "I know that empathy is clearly not your strong suit, but could you try to show a bit more tact? We're dealing with what appears to be a case of assault and murder. We're allowed to be upset over that."
"This is my fault. I should have been more diligent. I should have checked on her last night before turning in. Her blood is on my hands." The Bodyguard spoke in a hollow voice as he stared down at his hands with a glazed-over expression.
"It's not your fault, Maxwell. Her death is solely the fault of the despicable culprit. Yasmine wouldn't want you to blame yourself," Henry said in sympathetic tone.
"Not his fault? We don't know that yet..." Komori ran her tongue over her lips and visibly shuddered. "H-How many times was she st-st-stabbed? Hawawa... just so you all know, Maxwell had my knife, b-but I'm not accusing him or anything!"
"That sure sounded like an accusation to me!" Rachel gave Komori a fierce glare. "Have you seen the body, or any part of the crime scene? I've been with Maxwell long enough to know he would never do something so despicable, and I will NOT tolerate those kind of baseless claims in here!" On went the earring. Off went the ring. "Alright, Rachel," Andrew said. "That's enough for now."
"Why don't you all shut up?" the Model asked as she rolled her eyes. "How does any of this help? What do we do now, anyway? Didn't our horrible little captors mention something about a trial?"
"Ra ra ra! Right you are! I knew Bea having any faith in you sinners was misplaced," Virgil said as he suddenly hopped onto the table. "The Virtuous Path, and the ability to confess, is now outside of your reach. Should you try to confess to your crimes now, you will still be executed. So, we arrive at the only choice: a battle between the Sinners and the Damned. You all will be given enough time to investigate. When the church bells chime, the first trial will begin. We'll explain more details of the trial when we get to it. For now… I suggest you all search for clues. I want you to know that, no matter what happens, her death was completely avoidable. This is a burden you all share," the lion said as he flicked his tail back and forth.
Rowan folded his arms and scowled. "Thank you for the guilt trip, but you two are the ones that subjected us to this. I think it's a bit much to put all of that blame on us."
"Yeah, you two put a gun to our heads! You have the audacity to call us sinners when someone finally cracks?" Kurogane scoffed as he crossed both his robotic and organic arms.
Virgil extended a claw outward at the group. "You all had a choice. You could've made the dreadfully wrong decision or taken a better path. However, I knew you'd end up here. After all… it's in your very nature," he said before offering a razor-sharp grin. "I have less sins on my plate than any of you, you know. Bea and I are just guides on this sinners' journey. I guess time will tell if you all earn anything from this." He snorted before waddling out of sight.
"That lion really has no chill, does he?" Jack asked as he adjusted his hat. "Though he is right about one thing; we probably should stop dragging our asses."
"I guess we should start by investigating Yasmine's body," Henry said, noticeably shivering. "That should provide some clues, hopefully."
The Elite Duchess pursed her lips into a tight line. "Yes, but we need not have everyone in the same place. Might I suggest we use our resources wisely?"
"Robert and I can handle the crime scene," the Financer said calmly. "Some of us need to check Yasmine's room, while others should gather alibis."
Liam rubbed at his forearm self-consciously. "W-Well, I think Lucas is probably best suited to helping you with that. Maybe he can help with the autopsy."
Julie nodded thoughtfully. "I suggest that we have a number of people investigate each area. That way, the possible Damned can't possibly hide or destroy evidence."
"Ah, that is quite an astute point to make. We have to be mindful of everyone around us while still cooperating for the meantime," Gabriel mused.
"Pfft, if I see any of ya tryin' to do somethin' shady, I'll go for ya shins with my cane. Do we have an understanding?" Gwendolyn asked. Her accent was becoming more pronounced by the second.
Elouise offered a weak smirk. "So long as we have enough people in each group, I think we should be fine. We just need a deterrent in order to keep everyone honest."
Hermes cleared his throat as he squirmed slightly in his creator's arms. "Ah yes, and please, if any of you feel the need, don't forget that we're only a message away!"
8:20 A.M Day Ten
North Wing
First Floor
Grand Kitchen
The Elite Coordinator shook her head bitterly as she looked away from the Ambassador's still form. She then fixated on the tablet in her arms. "Lucas, would you be so kind? I know this isn't what you signed up for, but you are without a doubt the most qualified. I don't think I trust anyone else here to handle an autopsy."
The Researcher carefully crouched down next to the body as he nodded sternly. "Just make sure to give me some breathing room. Last thing we need is Yasmine's body getting compromised."
While that was happening, Robert was looking around the rest of the kitchen. He let out a soft, nearly-inaudible gasp and pointed at the counter. It was hard to notice, but there was clearly a dent in the top. TRUTH BULLET
Feeling a bit left out, Jack began scouring the room for anything of use. "Lady Roijen wasn't capable of abiding by this room's standards, no?" he jested with a wave of his hand. "It looks like the festivities may have gotten just a tad out of hand." His eyes then flickered over to the side, right onto the garbage bin. Leaning over just a bit more revealed to him fragments of glass buried between the clutter inside. TRUTH BULLET
"You really have no sense of decorum, do you? Try to be a bit more tactful if that's even possible for you," Primrose said with disdain. She approached the boy before leaning over to regard the broken glass. "I believe she did mention she'd overdone it the previous night. I wonder if she was drowning herself again. If that's the case, she could have been even more vulnerable to whomever did this."
"It would explain just how she died. The file said it was a hit to the back of her head that did it. That, plus this bruise on her forehead, makes me think she got hit and landed forward," Lucas explained. He brushed aside the Ambassador's hair to reveal some discolored marks. "After that, they picked her up and re-positioned her." TRUTH BULLET
"Anything else of note?" Andrew said while walking to the body. "Do you know if she was—ahem—assaulted or not?"
The Coordinator shifted her attention over to the pair. "That would be helpful to determine. As I see it, there are two likely scenarios. Either this is a despicable case of assault and murder, or alternatively, someone just wants us to assume as such."
"Don't you see how someone had exposed her lower half? Surely, it was to dishonor her womanhood." Jack shook his head in disapproval. "Honestly, I cannot fathom how you'd assume that this is a mere diversion... She's not the type to strip after getting tanked up, right?"
"Either way, I'm not so sure that she was actually assaulted. Her pants are down, but that's the only real thing I'm seeing here. There isn't any... evidence of someone doing anything else to her down there," Lucas said while standing back up. He shrugged and turned back to the rest of the group. "Like Primrose said, this is probably something to throw us off the trail." TRUTH BULLET
Andrew stood over the body, looking over it from top to bottom. "You see anything, Robert?" he whispered.
After a few seconds, the Financer's visible eye widened. He then dug into Yasmine's pocket and pulled out a crumpled note. "Good catch, bud." TRUTH BULLET
Primrose folded her arms as she regarded the Financer examining the piece of paper. "Find anything interesting? We could really use a credible lead right now."
Andrew's face did not change. Even after he read the paper, it remained stoic. "It could be, but it could be not. It reads: 'Maxwell murdered someone in cold blood and covered it up.'" After that, he handed the note over to Primrose. "I have reason to suspect this was originally in one of the briefcases. Whether it was Yasmine's, Maxwell's, or a third party's, I'm not sure." TRUTH BULLET
"You know, speaking of parties, I myself was a bit of a wizard on the red and black tiles," Jack said proudly. "I often see things naturally fall into place by the whims of fate. Might the half-full bottle of wine over yonder be proof of this?" he asked, gesturing over to the object. TRUTH BULLET "Addiction can be a gamble in and of itself, you know."
Lucas rolled his eyes as he straightened before glancing over at Jack. "I've never heard anyone say so much and so little at the same time. You might be right about the bottle, though." He paused as his gaze returned to Yasmine's body. "The best I can tell, this is either a staged murder meant to look like sexual assault, or the individual took the time to clean up and use protection. I see no physical signs of the latter, so I'm leaning on the former theory more." TRUTH BULLET
"Well then, we need to file this all to memory. I doubt that secret would have been in Maxwell's case, as it wouldn't be anything he didn't already know. That means it's more likely something that came from Yasmine's case. We need to determine if this is what led to her death or if it's irrelevant," Primrose mused. TRUTH BULLET
8:32 A.M Day Ten
North Wing
Second Floor
Ladies Dormitories (Yasmine's Room)
The Elite Bodyguard let out a sharp sigh as he fumbled with the key he'd collected from one of Yasmine's pockets. His arms were visibly shaking as he inserted the key into the lock and turned it. "I know the investigation calls for this, so I ask that you be respectful of her belongings and whatever we find. Please don't think poorly of her. She was coping in the only way she knew how to."
"Hey, don't worry, big guy. We're just gonna do what we have to; we're not here to judge. I think all of us have been at our wit's end for the last several days," Julie said. She offered a reassuring smile before patting Maxwell's shoulder.
"Indeed. I saw how important she was to you, Maxwell, and I understand how important privacy can be, even now. We'll do whatever we can to bring her killer to justice," Katalina vowed. "I'm sure Lucas is already determining the cause of death as we speak."
Elouise tipped her cap. "Aye, this'll be a piece of piss! We'll nail the bloke that did this in no time flat! The drongo will regret the day they were born."
Maxwell offered a weak smile and silently nodded in response to the trio's comments. Without any further commentary, he turned the doorknob before stepping into the apartment. Much like the bedrooms that comprised both of the common halls, there was a huge living area. A faint, sweet scent clung to the air and a handful of empty bottles rested on a nightstand at the edge of the king-sized bed. A few sets of clothes were strewn about the room on various couches and chairs. TRUTH BULLET
"Fuck me dead. She was bloody legless a lot, wasn't she?" the Seamstress asked with a wide-eyed expression.
The Bodyguard offered a solemn expression as he stepped further into the room. "She struggled with substance abuse when she was only fourteen. In many ways, she used it as a way to cope with her work as an Ambassador. After we met… I tried to wean her off such a toxic lifestyle. She gave up the drugs and was beginning to make progress on her drinking, but this game… it drove her back into a dark place."
Katalina gave a sad sigh as she began looking around the room. "While I don't condone her actions, I certainly can understand being driven back into a place you don't want to be. Yasmine was a kind woman and did her best to help unite us. I'll choose to remember her for that," the Heiress responded. Moments later, her eyes widened when she noticed a small stain on the carpet. "Everyone, I think I may have found something of importance. However, I cannot tell what it is." TRUTH BULLET
The Hairstylist crouched down next to the stain before crinkling her nose slightly. "...Red wine. It still has a sweet scent, so she probably just spilled some while she was overindulging one night."
"Crikey! Good call. Would've been unfortunate if we'd presented that as blood in the trial. Now if we could only find something that's bloody relevant," Elouise mused as she closely examined the drawers of a nightstand. She let out a low whistle before pulling out a small book. "Speak of the devil! Oi, this look familiar to you at all, Maxwell?" she asked as she held up the book. TRUTH BULLET
The boy stared at the book a moment before he offered brief nod in response. "That's Yas's journal. She wrote in that thing almost every day."
"I know it might be seen as an invasion of privacy, but we really should read it for clues," the Hispanic beauty suggested carefully. When this earned her a few looks, she raised her hands defensively. "If it makes everyone feel any better, I believe it would be best that Maxwell reads it, since he was closest to her." Katalina turned to the Bodyguard seriously. "We'll need every advantage if we want to catch her killer."
Julie offered a noncommittal shrug. "She makes a good point. We can't afford to let a potential clue slip through our hands."
The Seamstress held out the journal towards Maxwell. "What'ya say? Can ya give us the highlights? It doesn't have to be anything too scandalous, either. Just anything that could be useful."
The Elite Bodyguard took a steadying breath as he took the journal from Elouise before flipping it open. Several long moments of silence passed as his eyes scanned through various pages. "She started drinking to try and dull the aphrodisiac. The last two entries are nonspecific, but she seemed to be in a state of self-loathing." He cleared his throat before reading one of the lines aloud. "'This is my fault. This is all my fault. Max tried to convince me to stop drinking, but it's the only thing that's keeping me from panicking. I never meant to cause anyone trouble, but I ruined all of the hard work just because I couldn't control myself.'" TRUTH BULLET
"Hard work? What could she...?" The Heiress's eyes widened in realization. "Well, I think we now know who it was that opened their briefcase," she noted grimly. "Her case isn't here, either. I'm sorry, Maxwell. Truly, I am."
Julie eyed the boy intently. "You already knew, didn't you? She must have opened her case when she was drunk and her judgement was skewed. I always thought it was strange why her case was left out in the open for all of us to see." TRUTH BULLET
The Bodyguard offered a shameful expression as he bowed his head. "I found her nearly blackout drunk in the pantry and saw her case open. I was afraid of what might happen if everyone knew. However, I also thought it was important that you all knew the motive had been ruined. I carried Yas back here and left the case on the dining table..." TRUTH BULLET
(Begin Flashback)
7:05 P.M Day Eight North Wing
First Floor
Stairwell
"Yas, why are you doing this to yourself? Do you know how scared I was to find you laying in the pantry like that?" Maxwell stared down at the inebriated girl in his arms.
The Ambassador offered a drunk smile as she nuzzled into the man's chest. "I'm sorry, Max. I'm sorry for being so much trouble. I just have an addictive personality. I thought a couple more drinks would help with this heat in my chest."
The Elite Bodyguard shifted slightly as he continued up a flight of stairs. "You did the same thing with cocaine in the past. I know we're all stressed, but this isn't how you cope. Please, just come to me from now on. You don't have to turn to alcohol or drugs. I hate seeing you like this."
"I-I'm so sorry. I'm such a fuck up!" Yasmine choked out as her smile faded away and tears filled her eyes. "No wonder you walked away. I wouldn't have wanted to deal with me either."
Maxwell shook his head before leaning down to gently kiss her forehead. "You're nothing of the sort, and that's not why I left. Come on, let's get you to bed. Alright?"
A small sniff escaped the girl as she squeezed the blonde tightly. "Max, I-I love you. Please, don't leave me tonight."
"I'm not going anywhere. I swear, it's going to be just fine," the Bodyguard said in a reassuring manner before gently squeezing her.
Yasmine nuzzled against him. "I've caused so much trouble. I'm so sorry."
He held her tightly against his body as he reached the top of the stairs. "I promise it's going to be fine. There's nothing to worry about. Everything is under control."
(End Flashback)
"Bloody Hell, I can't even imagine what must be going on in your head right now. Ye must be Devo right now," Elouise said as she crossed her arms with a sympathetic expression.
Maxwell shook his head as he swallowed a lump in his throat. "No, save your pity. I brought this on myself and on Yasmine. I tried to find a way of protecting her and the rest of our classmates, and as a result, I failed everyone. All I can try to do now is find justice for her death. However, I suspect even that may be hollow; it's possible my actions set all of this in motion."
The Elite Heiress slowly approached the man and wrapped her arms around his waist in a comforting manner. "Don't punish yourself like that. You may have hidden this from us, but you tried to do what was best. Sometimes things just don't go the way we plan them."
The Bodyguard's shoulders slumped as he felt his breaths becoming more and more uneven. "Does it matter though? Regardless of my intent… her blood is on my hands. Possibly even her killer's fate comes back to my own action."
Julie shook her head. "Enough. I know you're hurting right now, but this isn't the time to mourn. There's no guarantee this wouldn't have happened with or without your involvement. There's no point in torturing yourself over those possibilities. Right now we have to stay focused. We have to find her killer so that we can move forward on this twisted journey..."
8:41 A.M Day Ten
North Wing
Second Floor
Lord's Dormitories (Common Hall)
"Phew, it's a good thing we decided to have all of the data from both halls feed into here. The others aren't going to be pleased about this, but hopefully they'll see that it was worth it," Kurogane mused as he pulled out a small device from a nearby vase. "Unfortunately, since she died before the curfew, our data might be a bit skewed. However, knowing the amount of foot traffic could still prove useful. At the very least, we could possibly use this to determine if the killer was male or female."
"I really hope that we get something out of this," Liam muttered with a nod. He plugged his computer into the device and, after a little while, he began looking through the results. "Well, looking at the times around the murder, discounting you, Isidore, and Maxwell we only had one instance of someone entering the Lord's and Ladies' halls. Other than that, no movement until this morning." TRUTH BULLET
The Tech Mogul let out an exasperated groan. "Oh, you've gotta be kidding me. That doesn't do much to give us any indicator as to who could have triggered the sensors. I was hoping we could at least hone in on if it was a boy or girl."
"Well, the girl's hall was triggered first about a quarter after ten. The boy's one was didn't go off for another fifteen minutes," the Specialist explained as he scrolled through the data. He sighed as he shut off the display. "Maybe this can still come in handy during the trial."
Kurogane nodded as he rubbed at his chin. "Well, if anyone admits to being out later, we should be able to verify it with this data. However, I can't imagine most people are going to be willing to either incriminate or draw suspicion to themselves."
"What on Earth are you two doing?" Henry's voice suddenly called out as he walked down the hall and approached the two.
Liam's breath caught in his throat as his body locked up in shock. A bead of sweat formed on his brow and he looked to the Dancer. "W-We are..."
"Of all the rotten timing..." The Tech Mogul sighed and rubbed at his forehead in frustration. "Look, we… sort of put in the security measures without everyone's consent. However, before you go and lose your cool, it may be a decisive piece in finding Yasmine's killer."
"W-We also didn't p-put in anything too intrusive," Liam stuttered. He bowed his head in shame. "We aren't invading anyone's privacy..."
"What?! How dare you do this behind everyone's back!" Henry shouted, visibly enraged as he clenched his fists.
Kurogane stepped forward before getting in the other boy's face. "What's wrong? It's just a sensor. You have something to hide? You'll be just as thankful as everyone else when OUR hard work saves lives. Don't be so shortsighted. Sacrificing a bit of anonymity for security is a small price to pay."
"Listen, you! I have nothing to hide; you're just being arrogant! I want to protect everyone else as well, but not through dirty and underhanded means!" Henry shouted, standing his ground.
The Specialist held his hand up as he took a few deep breaths. "W-We didn't do anything invasive. I made sure of that. However, we were sure that people were going to break the curfew if they thought there was nothing enforcing it, a-and we were right. We found proof that someone, or two different people, were moving around last night."
Henry's shoulders remained tense, but he backed down upon seeing Liam's earnestness. "What does this prove? Is this even going to be useful?"
A scowl crossed the Mogul's face as he took a step back. "That depends on the testimonies that we can cross-reference this with. Believe me, by the time we're done here, you're going to be begging us to keep these measures in place."
Henry let out an annoyed sigh. "I am quite sure that these methods aren't going to help in the slightest. I'm sure you'll see that soon enough."
8:53 A.M Day Ten
North Wing
First Floor
Hercules Room
Maribelle laced her hands in her lap before peering around the dining table. "I believe we've wasted enough time with banter and small talk. We are here for a particular reason, and it would be wise for us to make use of that time. There may only be a fraction of us here, but any testimonies we can gather should help in the trial."
"Like, what's the point? Weren't most of us in our rooms when she died? I doubt there's any of us with a credible alibi," Valentina said as she stared at her nails.
Isidore shrugged as he stared down at the tablet in his lap. "Tch, that's not necessarily true. According to what I'm reading on here, she died well before curfew. It's possible some of us were still up or were with someone else. Can't hurt to check, at least."
Versailles Academy Case File #1
Victim: Yasmine Roijen
"The victim suffered a blow to the back of the head in addition to a bruise on the forehead"
"Cause of Death is trauma to the back of the head"
"The time of death is 9:51 P.M"
Hermes was first to speak. "Oh, well, I can certainly vouch for Miss Loera and Miss Matsuri, alongside Miss Marina. They were all in a shared apartment last night, so I believe that gives them all a pretty tight alibi." TRUTH BULLET
Komori's kimono-clad hand shot out. "Yes, yes! That's right! We spent the entire night watching anime. Around nine-fifty was when we were on the eighth episode of Sainan Shoujo—one of my favorites, definitely within the top five for sure, I could rank them later if you'd like—where the spider demon of distrust weaved his dastardly plot to turn the heroines against each other, and then he plucked their—"
"Aha, Miss Matsuri, I think we get the point. Let's try to stay on point if you don't mind," Rowan suggested as he gave the green-haired girl a halfhearted smile. "I guess I'll go next. I spent part of the evening with Mari before we had a bit of a disagreement. I… went for a walk to cool my head. I sat in the chapel by myself for awhile. I didn't return to my room until after ten-thirty." TRUTH BULLET
The Elite Real Estate Baron leveled a suspicious glance at the Fencer. "So, you were not only on the first floor, but also just down the hall from where Yasmine turned up dead? That's a bit suspicious in my books."
"Regardless of any suspicions that rise, this isn't the place for them. Let's do as Maribelle suggested and just focus on gathering alibis," Gabriel explained calmly. "For now, let's move on. I retired to my room before nine and stayed up reading until around eleven. After that, I went to sleep." TRUTH BULLET
The Duchess nodded thoughtfully to the Appraiser's words. "As Rowan said, we had a disagreement. It involved our briefcases. He insisted that we open them, which led to a petty squabble. After he left, I returned to my room. I took a shower before writing in my journal and retiring for the evening. Of course, since I was alone, I have no one to vouch for my whereabouts." TRUTH BULLET
Gwen glanced over at Gabe, before speaking up herself. "I was using some… medicinal herbs, then I took a shower and went to bed. This would have been around eight or nine, I guess. That's about it, really." TRUTH BULLET
Valentina sighed. "Well, with the exception of three people, we have next to nothing in terms of alibis. Shortly after nine, Elouise came to my room with a new dress. She only visited for maybe five or ten minutes. If I had known what we were going to find this morning, I would have been more social. She left no later that nine-thirty from my room." TRUTH BULLET
Arabelle stifled a small yawn before adjusting her parasol. "Oh, forgive me. Is it my turn? I'm still so drowsy. Self-medicating comes with its drawbacks," she murmured. "I was watching a movie in my room at around that time last night. I dozed off on the couch and woke up this morning to all of the commotion." TRUTH BULLET
"Hm, well this has mostly been a bust. Fortunately, due to the time of death, I can provide a rock solid alibi for myself and for Kurogane and Maxwell. The three of us were talking in the Common Hall for a few minutes prior to ten. I actually came out of my room because Maxwell seemed to be grilling Kurogane about something. Apparently, Kurogane was skulking around, which apparently caught our Bodyguard's attention. While it was admittedly strange, none of us could have been on the first floor when Yasmine died," Isidore offered. TRUTH BULLET
Rowan rubbed his chin. "Well, six solid alibis is better than none. Unfortunately, that still leaves us with fourteen suspects with tenuous or no alibis. Let's pray that some of the others who aren't here can help us narrow down that list more."
Shortly after the Class President spoke, the sound of church bells echoed from the chapel and reverberated throughout the adjacent halls.
The Elite Model stood up as she rested a hand on her side. "Prayers are for fools. We'll squeeze everyone until someone finally squeals."
Maribelle shook her head as she rose to her feet. "Such brutish tactics are unlikely to work. We should let the evidence speak for itself. "
"Let's just hope there's enough evidence in the first place. I am not eager to have a repeat of this motive," the Real Estate Baron said in a deadpan manner.
Versailles Academy Case File #1
Victim: Yasmine Roijen
"The victim suffered a blow to the back of the head in addition to a bruise to the forehead"
"Cause of Death is trauma to the back of the head"
TRUTH BULLETS
Dent in the Counter
Glass Fragments in the trash
Bruise on Victim's forehead
State victim was found in
No DNA or physical assault evidence of sexual assault
Lucas' Theory
Discovered Note
Yasmine's Secret
Rowan's Testimony
Primrose's Theory
Empty Wine Bottles
Gwen's Testimony
Wine Stain
Yasmine's Journal
Maribelle's Testimony
Journal Entry
Gabriel's Testimony
Maxwell's Account
Marina/Komori/ Katalina's Alibis
Briefcase
Arabelle's Testimony
Sensor Data
Valentina's Testimony
Kurogane/Maxwell/ Isidore's Alibis
20 Sinners Remain
*AN* Again a big thank you to all those who contributed and collaborated for this chapter. Major shout out to the betas for doing such quick and excellent work. Thank you as always for your support! I can't say thank you enough =)
Review Section:
BirblordAlmighty
Bahahha. I love how you made a theory just to protect Kurogane :P Maybe you're right. Maybe you're wrong. We'll find out soon enough ;)
pokemansuperallstar
Yeah I thought the idea of someone who wanted to keep the peace and help others was a nice way of sewing discord going forward mwhehe.
HoppsHungerfan
Oh definitely! I really loved her too . But I knew it would be a way of causing a painful start to this game.
The Kobold Necromancer
Thanks my dude. We're really pouring a lot of heart and soul into it.
Fee5H
Poor Birb. He just can't catch a break can he? Lol
MudkipOfDespair
Oh the pain it would cause Trust! xD
PotatoSorcerer
What I'm trying to do with these characters is show people can have good and terrible qualities. Sometimes bad people make good points and sometimes good people make terrible choices.
doomqwer
Yeah this is probably one of if not the most painful first deaths for me.
NSPunny
Yes it's on the near horizon =)
bellatrixshine
Yeah I wanted to show that with so many big personalities everyone has their own opinion on what's the best call.