Name: Iris
Vehicle: The Pansy (A used Crosstour that Iris bought for a ridiculously low price because its previous owner thought that it was too boring and realized that practically every car is better than it in nearly every way. So suffice to say, it's no surprise that Iris feels a spiritual bond with her vehicle.)
Vehicle Armor: 1/5 (Just like its owner, this vehicle has all the fortitude of a piece of paper caught in a windstorm.)
Vehicle Speed: 4/5 (Iris needed a vehicle fast enough to keep up with her sister's, but not too fast as to be Dahlia's equal.)
Vehicle Handling: Intermediate (Just like Iris' character, her vehicle's steering is nothing to write home about.)
Special Weapon: 5/5 (Power of Plain- From a character perspective, Iris is much to be desired on account of her defining trait being the fact that she's Dahlia's "good" twin, but in a competition like this, being as bland as a rice cake in the middle of nowhere is quite the advantage. After all, they can't kill what they can't bother to notice.)
Bio: Hello, my name is Iris, and I just want to say… that it's an honor for me to be here in your noble presence. Whether or not I win this competition, I will appreciate having been given the opportunity to compete and meet so many interesting people. Though if I may, I would very much like to win so that I can finally give my sister the help that she so desperately needs.
Have you ever had a blissful sleep, the kind that makes you feel so warm and comfortable that you don't want to move, lest it ends? The kind of peaceful dream-filled slumber that makes you feel as if you're in a world all your own where time is slowed to a crawl?
Well, that's exactly kind of sleep that Kristoph is engaged in as he sits on his usual bench by the side of the road, waiting for the winner of Debauched Steel to come and claim their prize: the ability to wish for nearly anything that their heart desires. Sure, it may seem a bit unrefined for someone of Kristoph's social standing to sleep in the middle of the ruined wasteland of what was once Los Angeles, but if he has to wait for the competition to come to an end, then he might as well be efficient by also getting some sleep- especially on account of the fact that the host of Debauched Steel hasn't had a good night's rest since starting his revenge scheme against Phoenix. After all, knowing his luck, the second Kristoph shut his eyes, Phoenix would meet with Zak and learn the truth behind everything- Kristoph being Zak's original lawyer, the origin of the fake diary page, and the fact that the Coolest Defense in the West completely sucks at poker. Ok, that last one was made pretty obvious early on in their friendship when Kristoph offered to be Phoenix's first poker opponent, but the other two were still valid concerns at the time.
In his current dream, Kristoph finds himself once again behind the witness stand being crossed-examined by Apollo regarding what he was doing on the night that Shadi Smith, a.k.a. Zak Gramarye, was murdered.
"Then go ahead and point out your reason, Mr. Justice." The Judge requests. "Why did the cunning killer take away the fifth ace!?"
"My reason is… uuuh… THIS!" Apollo- who in this dream world resembles a body head, complete with a tiny body and giant head- proclaims at the top of his lungs with an idiotic grin on his face, nearly deafening everyone in the court as he holds up the forged bloody ace.
"Why… Why it's got blood on it!" The Judge notes with a look of shock. "Right next to the spade!"
"Wh-Whaaaaat!?" Kristoph screeches, the left side of his mouth starting to twitch as he struggles to maintain his calm exterior.
"Could… this be…!?" The Judge sputters in disbelief. "Could this be the missing fifth ace!?"
"In-Inconceivable! How could you..? What are you doing with that card!?" Kristoph roars.
"Oh, that card?" Phoenix- who in this dream world resembles a demonic version of himself wearing tattered rags, complete with large bat-like wings coming out from his back, glowing red eyes, and long sharp horns protruding from his bright-red beanie that has 'FuFu' written on it in neon-green paint- chuckles as a sinister sneer spreads across his face, revealing a mouth full of razor-sharp teeth. "It's mine. That is, I picked it up at the Borscht Bowl Club that night after the murder occurred. I gave it to my daughter. Cards are her stock and trade, after all. That, and ruining the lives of hard-working attorneys… with the exception of one, that is. Though I shouldn't have to explain that part to you, right, Kristoph?"
"Objection!" The Coolest Defense in the West yells out. "N… No! Impossible! Unacceptable! The court can't accept this evidence! It's a fraud!"
"You're right, Mr. Gavin! Thank you for pointing this out!" The Judge exclaims with saucer-sized eyes before slamming his gavel. "I see no need to further prolong this trial. The defendant has proven himself to be but a shell of his former self who has no qualms with breaking the law and spitting in the face of morality. This court finds the defendant, Phoenix Wright… Guilty!"
"But, Your Honor-" Phoenix objects with an anxious look on his face as a few beads of cold sweat begin to drip down his brow.
"No buts, Mr. Wright!" The Judge snaps. "It was one thing to sully your reputation all those years ago, but when you try to drag an innocent rookie attorney down into the muck and mud of lies and deceit that you call home, I draw the line!"
"What else would you expect from a man trained under some delusional mountain strumpet who was raised in a cult?" Kristoph sneers.
"You have a valid point, Mr. Gavin. That's why I'm ordering that Mr. Wright is executed right here and now. Bailiff, bring in the big gun!" The Judge bellows before slamming his gavel, prompting a bailiff to burst into the courtroom with a mini-gun.
Of course, Phoenix, being the cowardly and deceitful monster of a man that he is, tries to flee the courtroom, taking to the skies with a few flaps of his mighty wings. However, despite the ex-attorney's best efforts, the bailiff manages to get several good shots on his wings, thereby sending the card shark plummeting to the ground, where he lands on his back with a large thud.
Taking advantage of Phoenix's moment of weakness, the bailiff unleashes a relentless hail fire of bullets on the ex-attorney, only stopping when his target has been reduced to nothing more than a pile of ash which is then immediately swept away by Winston.
"Golly gee, Mr. Gavin. That Wright guy played me for such a fool…" Apollo bemoans with his gaze directed towards the ground, his large bobble head slightly bobbing up and down as he struggles to support its massive weight. "Can you ever forgive me?"
"Don't worry, Justice. You were only doing your job as an attorney by believing in your client- even though he was a very, very bad man who deserved to die a thousand deaths." Kristoph states with a warm grin as he wraps his arm around his protégé's tiny shoulders. "But the important part is that Wright can never hurt anyone ever again. So with that said, now is the time for celebration!"
"I couldn't agree with you any more, Mr. Gavin." The Judge nods. "Bailiff, release the confetti and start Mr. Gavin's victory music!"
At that moment, Kristoph is in a state of absolute bliss as confetti starts to rain from the ceiling like it would whenever Phoenix would win a trial. Why that obnoxious, happy-go-lucky attorney and no other lawyer in the entire city of L.A. got confetti was something that Kristoph could never understand, but the Coolest Defense in the West couldn't care less as he's the one now receiving the confetti- not Wright, him. The only thing Phoenix is getting is at this moment is a trip to the dump where he belongs. And as if things couldn't get any better, Happy Little Ditty starts playing, prompting Kristoph to start singing the lyrics.
"This is a happy little ditty, I know the music isn't pretty, you know the words are not so witty, anyone can-"
Suddenly, Kristoph is interrupted by Penny Nichols suddenly appearing next to him.
"Mr. Gavin. Mr. Gavin." Penny states as she tugs on the Coolest Defense in the West's sleeve.
"Please go away." Kristoph curtly responds before resuming the song. "Change keys, it really doesn't matter, it's still-"
"Mr. Gavin. Mr. Gavin." Penny repeats as she continues to tug at Kristoph's sleeve.
"Go away, strange girl! I don't even know who you are!" Kristoph snaps as he glares daggers at the nuisance.
"Mr. Gavin. Mr. Gavin. Mr. Gavin. Mr. Gavin. Mr. Gavin…"
Having been jolted awake from his blissful slumber, Kristoph finds himself sitting on his bench with Iris, the winner of Debauched Steel, gripping his sleeve.
"Oh good, you're awake!" Iris exclaims with a sigh of relief as she releases the former attorney's sleeve.
"Yes, and right when I was having the most splendid of dreams." Kristoph growls as he gets up from his seat.
"I-I'm so sorry, Mr. Gavin." Iris sullenly states as she tries her best to hold back the tears forming in her eyes. "I-I was more than happy to let you sleep when I first got here back in December, but-"
"Wait, wait, wait. You said December in the past tense. What month is it currently?" Kristoph asks with a tone of apprehension.
"Well, I've been busy gathering food and water, so I haven't been able to keep track of time all that well after the first month. But if I have to guess, I'd say that it's…" Iris states, her gaze directed towards the ground as she thinks of how much time has passed. "Late April or early May."
"I've been asleep for five months!?" Kristoph reels back out of shock with saucer-sized eyes. "Why didn't you try to wake me up?!"
"I did try, Mr. Gavin, I really did." Iris sullenly states. "But for some reason, you wouldn't respond to anything. You didn't even need food or water. You just sat unmoving on that bench, almost as if you were a statue or in a trance."
"Damn it! That prig has done a lot of horrible things to me in the past, but this takes the cake! Putting me to sleep for about half a year so he can go off and handle misadventures or musical numbers or some other kind of nonsense while casting me to the wayside!" Kristoph angrily grumbles under his breath with clenched fists as his eye starts to twitch.
"Mr. Gavin… are- are you alright?" Iris asks with much reluctance, fearful that she will somehow anger the host of Debauched Steel even more than she already has.
"It's… It's nothing." Kristoph sighs with exasperation as he pushes up his glasses. "So anyways, Iris, as the winner of Debauched Steel, what will you wish for?"
"Mr. Gavin, I desire only one thing: for my sister to be redeemed." The meek nun states with her gaze directed towards the ground. "I want to live in a world where Dahlia isn't consumed by hatred or greed or vengeance, but the kind of peace and love that I felt during my time at Hazakura temple."
"Granted." Kristoph replies with a sinister grin."
The host of Debauched Steel raises his arms in the air, causing bolts of electricity to stream between his hands, emitting a blinding light. When the light diminishes, Iris finds herself on Eagle Mountain, standing outside the entrance to Hazakura Temple.
"I'm home!" Iris squeals, delighted to see Hazakura Temple again after having to fend for herself in Kristoph's apocalyptic wasteland for all those months.
"Sister Iris, there you are!" Bikini snaps with a scowl on her face as she marches out of the temple towards the young nun. "I've been looking all over for you so that-"
Before Bikini can continue speaking, she's interrupted by Iris charging her and giving her the hug of her life, nearly lifting the older woman off of her feet in the process.
"Oh, Sister Bikini! I thought that I'd never see you again!" Iris squeals, tears of joy streaming down her face as she hugs the woman who's been the mother she never had. "You wouldn't believe the turmoil I've been through with-"
"Calm down, Iris." The older nun states in a warm, yet stern tone, her disposition becoming slightly more positive. "I was only gone for a few hours so that I could buy ingredients for tonight's dinner. Though speaking of which, I need you to come to the Main Hall with me so that we can welcome the new nun to our happy little family!" Bikini bellows with a hearty chuckle.
"A new nun?" Iris asks with a mixed look of surprise and confusion on her face.
"Yes, and she's someone you know very well." Bikini hints, her large grin betraying her attempts to hide her excitement. "So come, Sister Iris, and let us greet our new sister."
Is it true? Did Mr. Gavin really grant my wish? Iris thinks to herself as she follows Bikini into the temple.
Sure enough, when Iris and Bikini arrive in the Main Hall, the former sees that Kristoph was indeed true to his word when she spots Dahlia standing in the center of the room wearing an acolyte robe similar to hers in every way except that her magatama has no beads on it.
"D-Dahlia… Is-Is that you?" Iris asks with a surprised look on her face despite the fact that she was the one who wished for this world to exist.
"Yes, Iris, it's me." Dahlia meekly replies with her hands softly folded together. "I know that I've done many bad things over the years and that it would be entirely understandable if you want nothing to do with me, but I want to change. I want to right my wrongs and be the sister that you deserve. So, Iris, will you give me a second chance?"
Upon hearing this, Iris wastes no time in hugging her sister just as she did with Bikini earlier.
"Yes, Dahlia! You don't know how long I've wanted nothing more than to hear you say those things! I don't care about the past! All that matters now is that we can finally be a family!" Iris weeps as tears stream down her cheeks.
"Thank you, Iris! Thank you!" The red-haired ex-con responds in a similar manner. "I promise to make you proud by being the best nun you've ever seen!"
"I love your enthusiasm, Dahlia!" Bikini bellows with a hearty chuckle. "But it's getting late, so after dinner, let's turn in for the evening so we'll be able to wake up nice and early tomorrow morning. Iris, could you be a dear and help me bring the food out here?"
"I would be delighted to, Sister Bikini." Iris sweetly replies with a nod as she breaks off the hug with her sister.
However, before the ebony-haired nun can go with Bikini, she's stopped by Dahlia grabbing her arm.
"Please, Iris, you don't have to trouble yourself for me. Please sit down and relax while Sister Bikini and I take care of things."
"Thank you for the offer, but it's no trouble, really." Iris politely states as she removes her arm from her sister's grasp. "I've been helping Sister Bikini with dinner ever since I arrived at this temple."
"Really, Iris, I insist. For all our lives, I've selfishly used you as a tool without showing even the slightest hint of appreciation." Dahlia whimpers in her usual meek girl voice, a few genuine tears- not the manipulative crocodile ones she had shed on many occasions- dripping down her cheeks. "So please, let me apologize for my years of abuse by serving you for once!"
"While I appreciate the offer, Dahlia, I've never held any grudges against you. So please, take a seat while I take care of things with Sister Bikini." Iris calmly states with the slightest hint of irritation in her voice.
"Now Iris, if Dahlia's so willing to help, then the least we can do is welcome her into the family by giving her the chance to do so." Bikini states with a smile. "Plus, you deserve a rest for once after all the trouble my bad back has caused you!" The older nun chuckles.
"Yes, Sister Bikini." Iris states with a nod, taking a seat at her normal spot by the fire as Bikini and Dahlia leave to fetch the ingredients.
For the next hour, Iris doesn't know what to think as she sees Bikini and Dahlia preparing the dinner for that evening, chicken and gravy with plenty of seasoned rice, while filling the room with many laughs as they bond over embarrassing stories about her, like the time when she and Dahlia broke the Mystic Ami's urn and they had to repair it, or the time when she tripped and fell into a large pile of snow the first time she was lighting the temple's lanterns. Of course, being the kind girl that she is, Iris doesn't mind the stories. Sure, they're a bit humiliating- especially the one where Dahlia started a Photogram account back when she was in college and made her profile picture a before and after shot featuring Iris as the 'before' and her as the 'after'- but as long as Dahlia and Bikini are getting along, the meek nun is more than willing to tolerate it. After all, she was Dahlia's punching bag for 20 years. So at this point, a few joking tales in good taste is practically nothing.
No, the thing that's bothering Iris is the fact that Bikini seems to be enjoying Dahlia's presence a bit too much. Sure, the older nun has always had a warm, motherly vibe about her and has made it a point to make everyone who comes to the temple feel good, but never once has Iris seen Bikini laugh so hard. Of course, this doesn't come as much as a surprise to the demure acolyte. After all, ever since Iris could remember, Dahlia's used her two minute head start on life to win over the hearts of everyone they've ever interacted with. Is this a repeat of those times? Has Dahlia come to steal away her mother figure, just as she had done with their father and Feenie?
These thoughts rush through Iris' head as she slowly nibbles at her chicken, casting an occasional glance at Bikini and Dahlia's smiling laughing faces as they enjoy their own meals and exchange more tales, as well as fashion tips and their thoughts of episodes of The Bachelor.
"Oh, Dahlia! This chicken is divine- the best I've ever had!" Bikini proclaims with a mouthful of food. "If Juan Pablo tasted this, you'd be declared the winner after the first episode!"
"Thank you, Sister Bikini." Dahlia modestly replies, her cheeks slightly reddening. "I just simply tried my best so as to please my dear sister. Speaking of which, how are you enjoying your meal tonight, Iris?"
"It's good…" Iris morosely responds as she scrapes her fork against the plate. "A little too spicy for my tastes, but still good."
"Oh no!" Dahlia whimpers as she tried her best to hold back the tears forming in her eyes. "You hate it! I knew it! I'm just a stupid failure who can't seem to do anything right!"
"Don't say that, Dahlia. You did your best and the chicken's quite delicious." Bikini states in a reassuring tone as she gently pats the new acolyte's shoulder. "It's just that Iris has a weak stomach and prefers her food on the blander side."
"T-Thank you, Sister Bikini." Dahlia sniffles. "I promise, come tomorrow, I'll show you all how capable I am."
"And just remember, Dahlia, if you ever need help, I'm always here." Iris sweetly chimes in with the slightest hint of bitterness in her voice. "After all, I have over a decade's worth of experience here."
The next morning at the crack of dawn, Iris enters the Main Hall to find something that she has never seen during her time at the temple: a large breakfast of fish, rice, and pastries set out in a lovely arrangement on two trays, one in front of her sport and the other in front of Bikini's- which the older nun is sitting in as she enjoys her meal- each complete with a few wildflowers along the edges.
"W-What is this?" Iris gasps with a surprised look on her face.
"Why, it's breakfast, my dear! So sit down and enjoy!" Bikini jovially bellows.
"I can see that, Sister Bikini. I was just wondering who made it. After all, I've been the one who cooks breakfast ever since I was 14."
"Oh, that would be me." Dahlia chirps as she walks into the room with a few butterflies fluttering around her, not unlike a Disney princess. "I was so excited to help out that I couldn't get a wink of sleep. So I decided to be productive by making you and Sister Bikini breakfast. Is... Is that alright? Because the last thing I want to do is anger you." The read-haired acolyte whimpers.
"Well-" Iris starts to speak, only to be interrupted by Bikini.
"Don't worry, Sister Dahlia. Sister Iris is just a little surprised that she doesn't have to make breakfast for once. But let me tell you, after eating your smoked fish, she won't have to do it anymore!" The older nun proclaims as she takes another bite of her meal.
"Well…" Iris hesitantly responds, her gaze directed towards the ground as she contemplates what to say next. After all, the last thing she wants is to distance herself from Dahlia after the two of them have finally mended their relationship. "This will give me more time to work on my other duties, such as refueling the snowmobile."
"In that case, you'll have even more time on account of how I've already done that." Dahlia proudly smirks.
"Ok…" Iris sighs with a hint of disappointment. "Guess I'll have more energy to chop the firewood."
"Already ahead of you, sis. It's chopped, piled, and ready for use!" Dahlia chirps.
"What about cleaning the Training Hall? Surely, you haven't done that yet." Iris states.
"As our talented and beautiful cousin would so eloquently say, 'Objection'!" The red-haired acolyte titters as she does a mock objection, complete with a finger point. "I've not only cleaned the Training Hall, but I've also replaced the candles in the torches outside and cleaned out the pond!"
"Cleared the snow off the walkways?"
"With a smile and a good broom!"
"Polished the statue of Mystic Ami in the courtyard?"
"Yes I did, Sister Iris. And if I may, I believe that it shines almost as bright as the legacy of the great woman who inspired it!"
"Renovated Heavenly Hall's roof?" Iris asks with a slight growl.
"Funny you should mention it, because my wonderful butterflies are currently completing that task as we speak."
Meanwhile, outside of Heavenly Hall, a large number of small white butterflies are fluttering above the roof, tearing out the old wooden planks and replacing them with new ones as others position nails which are then hammered in by a group of butterflies holding up a hammer.
"Aren't my butterflies just the most adorable, helpful creatures to ever exist?" Dahlia coos.
"B-But what's there left for me to do?" Iris whimpers.
"There'll be plenty for you to do tomorrow, Sister Iris." Bikini says with a smile before biting into a strawberry Danish. "So for today, just focus on your meditation and training. But before that, sit down and enjoy this magnificent breakfast that your sister went to the trouble of preparing for us!"
"Yes, Sister Bikini" Iris sullenly sighs before taking her seat and nibbling at her fish.
For the next week, Dahlia continues to eclipse Iris at everything- cleaning, cooking, meditation, charades on the temple's Wednesday game night; you name it, Dahlia proves herself to be the superior sister without fail. And with each passing day, Iris feels her hatred for her sister growing bit by bit. Sure, it's nice to have Dahlia treating her like a human being and not as a pawn, but at least when her sister was a scheming, manipulative psychopath, Iris could take solace in the fact that she was the good sister; that the only reason why people tended to like Dahlia more than her was because her sister earned it through lies and deceit.
But now that Dahlia is acting less like Cruella de Ville and more like Snow White with those damn butterflies of hers, what excuse does Iris have? How can Iris justify why her identical twin's so confident, outgoing, and interesting while she's so… well, bland? That's probably why their father sent her to the temple and not Dahlia. After all, why would he want to keep the daughter whose defining personality trait is being her sister's sister?
In her room, Iris can't help but think these thoughts as she paces back and forth in front of her bed. Sure, the modest acolyte could probably be doing more with her time than loathing her sister and her situation, but that's the thing: there is nothing better to do! After all, Dahlia practically has every chore imaginable completed by the crack of dawn, there hasn't really been many customers interested in the special course, meaning that no instructors are needed, and no matter how many times she tries to get into it, Iris can't seem to get a hold of what's going on whenever she tries to watch a marathon of The Bachelor with Sister Bikini. And it doesn't help that Dahlia, being Ms. Congeniality, starts bringing up episodes that happened in previous seasons, as if this show about petty, shallow girls clamoring over some sleazy guy has an overarching storyline.
Though no matter how much anger Iris feels towards Dahlia, she can't blame everything that has happened on her sister. After all, she was the one who requested Gavin to make this world a reality. And mind you, this wasn't some rash decision that was made within ten seconds. This wish was decided on after months of thinking and living off rainwater and insects while camping out in what was left of Phoenix's office. But in Iris' defense, she didn't realize the terror that she unleashed on her world by wanting Dahlia to be nice. She thought that a good version of her sister would be like her in every way, shape, and form, not Iris 2.0.
Suddenly, Iris stops in her tracks, her mind coming to a realization as she thrusts open one of the draws on her dresser and starts frantically digging through the clutter within, tossing various hairclips and the like behind her as she searches for a specific item. A few seconds later, the meek nun stops her search, a sinister, malicious grin spreading across her face as she pulls out a container of red hair dye.
"If Dahlia thinks that she can become a better version of me, then let's see how she likes it when I become a superior version of her!" Iris cackles as she rushes into her bathroom with the hair dye in tow and locks the door behind her."
Later that evening, on the Heavenly Shack side of Dusky Bridge, Dahlia, surrounded by her flock of butterflies, is skipping merrily towards the Inner Temple while humming a happy tune, a pack of matches in hand so that she can light the temple's lanterns for the night. However, the red-haired acolyte can't help but stop dead in her tracks upon seeing a wildflower brutally crushed near the cliff's ledge, prompting her to rush over to it and hold its limp, battered stem in her hands as a doctor would the head of a dead patient.
"Oh my, you poor flower! Whatever could be so cruel as to harm such a gentle, beautiful thing!?" Dahlia whimpers, tears streaming down her cheeks as she strokes the damaged plant.
But little does Dahlia realize that the flower's a trap, a mere distraction created so that she wouldn't notice someone emerging from the nearby bushes; so that she wouldn't notice them brandishing the shovel that they brought with them; so that she wouldn't notice the person slowly creeping towards her like a lion about to pounce on the unaware gazelle.
However, the moment that Dahlia realizes what's happening is when she feels the cold metal blade of the shovel make contact with her skull, the impact of the blow creating a slight cracking sound as she falls to her stomach, causing her flock of butterflies to flutter away. By some miracle, the red-haired acolyte is able to turn around to face her attacker and sees a sight that terrifies her to her core: Iris, with her hair dyed crimson-red and a smile of sadistic malice, brandishing a shovel like a baseball bat.
"I-Iris…?" Dahlia weakly asks, barely able to keep her eyes open, let alone capable of forming complete sentences.
"Well, look at that. Seems like you can still think." Iris remarks with an aloof expression as she starts to play with her hair. "I would have thought that a blow like that would have turned your brain to mush. So I guess you can now add having a strong skull to your looong list of desirable traits, sis." Iris sneers.
"Wh-Why… you doing this…? W-Why… you being-?"
"A psychotic bitch?" Iris asks with the same sickeningly sweet smile that she has seen her sister use on countless occasions. "What can I say? I learned from the best. Plus, it also helps that I've spent a lifetime living in your shadow as everyone saw you as the better twin- our parents, boys, and now the only mother figure I've ever known. Hell, I don't even have a last name. I'm just Iris- like Cher, but without the fame, adoration, and stylish hair. But that's all going to change in a few seconds when I kill you and take your place."
"I-Iris, please…!" Dahlia pleads, tears streaming down her cheeks. "I-I don't want… bad blood between-"
Dahlia's interrupted by Iris hitting her in the head with the shovel, this time actually managing to draw a good bit of blood.
"Whatever you… feeling, we… we can-" Dahlia weakly responds, her vision going blurry as she struggles to retain consciousness.
"I'm… so…sor…"
Iris delivers a third blow to Dahlia's head, causing her body to start slightly twitching as she struggles to raise her head even slightly.
"Ryyyyyyy…" The red-haired acolyte weakly whispers, her body going limp as the life seeps out of it along with a good deal of blood from her head wounds, turning the snow around it a bright crimson.
Without wasting any time to mourn, Iris swaps out her sister's cellphone and magatama with her own before eliminating the corpse and the murder weapon by sending them both plummeting down into Eagle River, where the strong current ensures that they are never seen again.
After pushing the blood-soaked snow off the cliff as well in order to tie up all loose ends, Iris- now Dahlia- starts running towards the temple with a distraught look on her face so she can alert Sister Bikini about how 'Iris' accidentally tripped over the cliff and fell into Eagle River.
As this gruesome crime is taking place, Kristoph watching the events unfold from atop the cliff overlooking the bridge to its right from the shadows of the brush.
"You either die a hero or live long enough to see yourself become your psychotic twin sister." Kristoph sneers before turning to the camera. "I am Kristoph Gavin, and I thank you for watching Debauched Steel."
A/N: I would like to thank Scollard and Aria and Clive for submitting the idea for this chapter. I know that this suggestion took quite some time to fulfil, but I hope that it was worth the wait.
