Week 3.

[trustharder]

WEEK 3 Another week has passed; two more Survivors are gone. Pearl and Caren both had someone to fight for, someone worth killing for; perhaps it's for the best to hope that somehow they've found peace despite not being able to collect on the Kingmaker's incentive. Saturday is given to regrouping and sleep; there aren't any bodies to be found on Sunday morning. That doesn't mean the night passed easily, though - it seems another piece of your personal puzzle may have fallen into place while you slept... Following that spiral staircase up to the second floor will reveal something strange; those stairs definitely lead far higher than you remember, up to a previously inaccessible third floor. Go ahead and explore as much as you like; consider it your reward for a job well done. SURVIVORS REMAINING: 23

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[OOC: Welcome to week two of Trustfell! Save your threads for coins and the coming week's activity check; don't forget to check in to this week's activity check and submit your memory regains!

The text and calling posts are still active, for the sake of contacting the jerk who's keeping you here, to be used at your leisure!]

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[happysweets]

Two hundred years or two hundred seconds, you're still guilty as sin in my eyes. Still the worst kind of person...

[ She wants to believe him. But there's so much blood on his hands... ]

You've lived a peaceful life. The kind of life that the families of the people you murdered can never have now, because you slayed them because that was your idea of a good time...

[ She's going to be sick. That many lives, she can't even put a value on it. How can you make amends for that?

A person like him deserves a heart attack. And yet, here he stands. ]

What made you stop?

[cherryblooded]

My wife.

[That's a question he can almost smile at. Almost.]

I fell in love with a much better person than myself, who would never allow me to even think about harming someone unjustly. If I had to give up that kind of lifestyle for her - so be it. That's the easiest choice in the world to make.

...Good afternoon.

[He rises from his chair.]

[happysweets]

[ She...sort of figured that was the case.

God dammit. She just shakes her head and rises from her own. She doesn't know how she can even stand after that, and yet, here she is. ]

...As disgusted as I am with you...your secret's safe with me.

Thanks for playing.

[cherryblooded]

And yours with me.

[Time to leave and do literally anything other than think about how badly that went.]