"Well... it seems like you had an easy first round." Roderich commented.

"Yeah. Unlike the second one." Natalya muttered sourly under her breath.

They all fell silent, thinking about the final round.

"Nope. Not thinking about it." Marielle cried out. "I'll talk about my round."

Belgian Marielle was playing in the fields with herself. Which was kind of depressing, if you thought about it. But she needed some time alone to let her thoughts run wild. She hummed, singing softly to herself, before she decided to relive memories by rolling down the hill.

And so she did.

She squealed happily as she rolled faster and faster, until she hit someone's legs.

"Gah!" she gasped, trying to stand up quickly. "I'm sorry, sir!"

The man didn't acknowledge her. She frowned in confusion. "Sir?"

Suddenly, the man reached for her arm, and she jerked it away.

"What are you doing?" she snapped, glaring at him.

He lunged at her, knocking her over.

"Let- go-!" she hissed, before the man grabbed her head and whacked it on the pavement, knocking her unconscious.

She gasped, opening her eyes and finding herself in some sort of room? Alarm bells were ringing in her head, as she looked around. She noticed an envelope on the desk. So she decided to walk over to it and opened it.

'Dear player,
If you are reading this, this means you about to embark on a game. 'When the lights flicker, some of you will fall'. Your job is to ensure your side will win.
Good team:
Detective - gets clues to try find out who's on the evil team
Spy - bugs players to see who visits them
Twins - whatever happens to one, happens to the other
Psychic - reads players to find out which team they're in
Muffin man - gives muffins to players
Medic - heals players
Saviour - resurrects a dead person
Survivor - help the Good Team eliminate the Evil Team.
Evil team:
Murderer - kills players
Assassin - kills only one player and is the most lethal
Scout - bugs players to see who visits them
Dark psychic - reads players to find out which team they're in
Witch - blocks other players powers
Neutral Team:
Clown - get voted off to kill someone the round afterwards
To see what role you are in further detail, open the journal to the first page. If your team eliminates all of the other team, the remaining players will move on to the next round.
Use the journal to leave behind a message to the other players in case you die. Examples; your role, your suspects, etc.
Good luck! You will need it.

P.S., it is best not to tell people your role. The other team may target you instantly.'

Role? What role? A note fell onto the floor and she bent down.

'You are... MURDERER.
You are the leader of the Evil Team. Find the rest of your team and do not let any survivors leave alive...
PS, if you do not follow these requirements, we will hunt down your family.'

She clapped her hand over her mouth. She was a what?! And what did the note mean by 'hunting down her family'?!

Rereading the paper, she ripped up the little note, peeking her head out of the doorway. She decided to follow the hallway, and enter the lobby.

"Hey," a guy with hair over one eye raised his hand up in greeting.

Jumping, she waved back, before she turned to look at the other people in the room too.

An albino leapt around her. "Good day, everyone!" he yelled. "My name is Gilbert, and if you want to know, I am a proud Prussian!"

"A what?" someone else exclaimed.

"You're so uneducated!" he put a hand over his heart. "How could you say that!"

"It's not my fault Prussia ain't a country anymore." a Germanic accent rang out.

"So you know about Prussia, huh?"

"Yes, as an Austrian." He flicked his hair. "Roderich, at your service."

"So, we're just going to introduce ourselves?" a gruff voice pierced the silence.

"I guess so." Gilbert shrugged.

"Well, I'm Allistor."

"I'm Dylan!" A man popped out from behind the ranga (red-haired).

"I'm Marielle." the Belgian said, deciding to get it out of the way because why not.

"Cool. I'm Gabriel. Luxembourger." he nodded.

"Abel." a guy with a hair style that looked like a tulip.

"I'm Antonio!" the Spaniard cried out. "Does anyone have a guitar? I haven't practised at all today and I have a lesson tomorrow-"

"No, we don't. Why would we have one? I'm Vash. From Switzerland." he scowled in annoyance.

"Tolys from the Baltic State, Lithuania." the man smiled, readjusting his position on the couch.

"Georgi, Bulgaria." he introduced himself.

"Vladimir, but please, call me Vlad for short." the Romanian said, joining Tolys on the couch.

"I'm Jakub." the Slovakian yawned. "Sorry, I'm not tired of you guys... just didn't have enough sleep last night..."

"Carlos." the Cuban growled, staring intensely at everyone.

"Im Yong Soo! South Korea! You know, the country of the many amazing things, like K-Pop, and BTS and-"

"Alright, we got it." Roderich cut in.

"ANYWAY, CAN WE GO BACK TO TALKING ABOUT ME?" Gilbert shouted, causing everyone to cover their ears.

"NO!" they all shouted in response.

He pouted. "Geez, you guys are all such party-poopers."

Before anyone else could reply, the lights above them turned off.

Georgi screamed pathetically.

"DUDE, GROW U-"

"SHUT UP, GILBERT!" Allistor snapped.

"I'm going back to my room." Dylan sighed. "Goodbye." And off he went.

"We might as well do the same." Vash shrugged, getting out his torch.

"WHY DO YOU EVEN HAVE A TORCH-"

"JUST. SHUT. UP."

They all followed Vash and his source of light, none of them questioning how Dylan was already in his room.

Marielle collapsed on her bed, and the door swung shut. She ignored it, as the walls lit up.

'Kill a player - [Abel] [Allistor] [Antonio] [Carlos] [Dylan] [Gabriel] [Georgi] [Gilbert] [Jakub] [Roderich] [Tolys] [Vash] [Vladimir] [Yong Soo]'

Kill a-

Why would she want to kill someone?

Marielle considered her options, before hitting Gilbert, the loud, annoying guy. Of course, she really didn't think that he would die, but if she had to kill someone, it would be him.

Before she knew it, the door had whizzed open and she hurried out, wanting to bond with them again. She didn't get far, however, before Antonio gripped her shoulder.

"Hey, I need to talk to you." he said seriously. "Alone."

She frowned. She had never really talked to him yet. What did he want?

"We're on the same team." he announced.

"The same wha-" she cut herself off, remembering the 'Evil' Team and the 'Good' Team. "Oh."

"Though, just a question. What is your role?" he raised an eyebrow.

She glanced behind her, before swiping her finger across her neck. Antonio's eyes widened.

"I'm-" Antonio waved his arms around in the air.

"You're..." Marielle tilted her head.

He continued making hand movements, but it was clear that she wasn't getting it. "Dark Psychic. I'll back you up if the Good Team try to accuse you, 'kay?"

The both of them hurried to the lobby, where the others were waiting.

"What took you?!" Gabriel exclaimed. "I thought you were both dead or something! Just like Gilbert." he added.

"What about Gilbert?" Antonio inhaled sharply.

"Oh, he's dead." Roderich shrugged.

"All thanks to me." Abel said, not bothered to keep his voice down.

This made the group stand still for a moment.

"What do you mean, 'all thanks to me'?" Dylan tilted his head, narrowing his eyes at his statement.

"What do you think?"

Marielle exchanged confused looks with Antonio. She knew Abel was hinting that he killed Gilbert... except he couldn't have killed him, because she did.

"Are you saying, you killed him?" Allistor said in disbelief. "Yeah, right."

But now that Allistor had made the connection, the group all stepped away from him.

"That makes sense." Georgi spoke up. "One of my clues said that you could be on the Evil Team." He threw a distrusting look over at Abel.

He shrugged in response.

"Abel has the most votes. He will now be removed."

And with a flicker of the lights, Abel was gone.

"Let's go check his room." Vlad proposed, heading off in the direction of Abel's room. The rest followed close behind. As Marielle stepped in, she noticed that the door frame was blue. But she paid no attention to it.

Carlos picked up the journal and opened it. He read it quickly. "I think he's... the Clown?"

"Think?" Jakub questioned.

"Well, he doodled a picture of a clown on his notebook. It could mean anything."

"If he was the Clown, then we all better watch out." Gabriel grimaced.

Antonio and Marielle put their heads together before they headed back to their rooms.

"Snuff Georgi." Antonio whispered. "He's the Detective, we don't want him getting any more clues."

She nodded, walking away.

Back in her room, she whacked [Georgi] hard, her competitive streak coming through. She wanted to win.

No matter the costs.

The doors opened once again and Marielle walked out, heading to the lobby. She noticed that Georgi didn't appear (good) but also Carlos, who everyone assumed was killed by the Clown.

Gabriel came out eating a muffin, but that wasn't too important anyway.

Allistor scowled. "I feel like it's Antonio." he accused.

"Me?" the Spaniard gasped. "Why?"

"You're always pulling out Marielle and talking privately."

He shot a panicked look at the female. She cleared her throat. "We just found out that we have some common interests, that's all. What's it with you pointing fingers?" she countered.

"Because!" he snapped, but didn't give a clear answer.

"Guys!" Dylan stuttered. "Guys, it's fine... Allistor's good, he's on the Good Team, I swear it..."

But Dylan wasn't too convincing either. If anything, he made the entire group more suspicious.

"Do you have any proof backing up that statement?" Vash said, taking the role of the Detective.

Dylan shared a nervous look with Allistor, who rolled his eyes.

"Allistor had the most votes. He will now be removed. His Twin, Dylan, will be removed as well."

Dylan began to whimper as the lights flickered on and off. Before they knew it, the sounds had stopped. As soon as the lights can back, Allistor and Dylan were gone.

"Oops?" Yong Soo stammered, not helping whatsoever.

"Vash is Good." Antonio breathed as he passed Marielle. She nodded, noting the information as she entered her room.

She hit [Vash] casually and sat down on the bed. She waited impatiently for the doors to open, before she walked out and tripped over Tolys.

"I'm sorry! You alright!" he apologised, before going on his way.

'Weird...' Marielle thought. 'He hasn't said anything this entire time...'

"There have been two deaths!" Vlad giggled gleefully. "Vash and Yong Soo!"

"Yong Soo?! What did he even do?!" Gabriel shrieked, Jakub nodding in the background.

"Nothing." Vlad shrugged. "Anyway, I'm just going to go ahead and reveal my role. There's obviously more Evil than Good, so we should win... unless we have traitors."

Roderich shook his head. "Why would we do that?"

"Good." Vlad focused his stare on the group. "I'm the Assassin."

Tolys smiled. "I'm the Witch."

"Scout." Roderich stated.

Gabriel's hand dropped to his side, mouth wide open. "What-"

"I'm the Dark Physic." Antonio smirked.

"Which leaves..." Jakub pointed at Marielle. "She's the Murderer?"

"Correct."

Gabriel and Jakub exchanged worried looks. "Well, we're screwed, aren't we-"

"Yes. Yes, you are." Roderich agreed.

"Gabriel had the most votes. He will now be removed."

They did it. They had won. Marielle had now killed Jakub and the five remaining all stood in the lobby.

"Now what?" Antonio asked.

The walls opened up, revealing a corridor.

"I suppose we walk through there." Vlad pointed.

The Evil Team walked away, turning their backs on the horrors of the game.

GOOD TEAM

Detective - Georgi
Spy - Yong Soo
Twins - Allistor, Dylan
Physic - Gilbert
Survivor - Carlos
Muffin Man - Jakub
Medic - Gabriel
Saviour - Vash

EVIL TEAM

Murderer - Marielle
Assassin - Vladimir
Scout - Roderich
Dark Physic - Antonio
Witch - Tolys

NEUTRAL TEAM

Clown - Abel