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GRAVEYARD

Well, that sucked.

But no matter what your death was like—whether it was something peaceful or traumatic, you'll find yourself waking in a completely white room on the floor. Small and empty, there isn't anything else there besides an open door to walk through. But before you do that, you'll probably notice that whatever injuries you may have had, including whatever may have been the death blow, are now gone. That's exciting.

Stepping out of the room, it seems that you're in a large... house? with three different floors. Everything from floor, ceiling to furniture is completely white, except for the drawings that are plastered to the walls in each room. These are all colorful, drawn in colored pencils and crayon, and resemble a child's drawing. The other notable thing are the windows. While they're present all around the building, looking out of them only shows TV static. Besides that, everything is furnished with the absolute bare minimum of each room.

The first floor is all typical common areas one would find in a house. There's a kitchen, living room area, laundry room, dining room, and a main hallway where the stairs are. There are also helpful drawings in these rooms that show the rooms much more lavishly decorated than they actually are. There's a door that appears to be the way to exit the building, it's locked.

The second floor consists of nothing but twenty bedrooms. Each room has one queen sized bed, an empty dresser, and an attached bathroom with only a sink, toilet, and shower. Like the first floor, each bedroom has drawn pictures that show it looking much more lavish than it actually does. Thanks for nothing, artist!

The third floor only has two rooms. One appears to be a home office with nothing but a desk and two chairs, one behind it and one in front of it. While there's blank pieces of paper and crayons on the desk, the note that was previously there is gone.

The other room is much larger, and it's completely empty save for the many drawings lining its walls— in fact, the walls are covered in them, much more than in any other room. On closer inspection, though, it seems like these aren't actually drawings? The papers seem to be showing scenes from the living area. Everything from inside the hotel to the areas beyond the bridge are visible here. However, when curfew hits on Thursday nights, they revert to being normal drawings! Except for the fact that they're all drawings of stick figures being murdered in various ways.

Well. At least there's plenty of things to draw with, if you get bored.

Also, a handy link to the previous post.

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If you had wanted to die, you could have easily allowed yourself to be caught.

[...]

Why did you change your mind, then?

Because up until that point, I had no choice. My hair came up as a match for an unrelated murder, my emotions were manipulated in order to make it look as though Ochako was trying to warn Xie Lian about me, no one seemed even willing to entertain the thought that I wouldn't kill a child or come up with any other suspects and then I had to take a cookie.

I said I was fine dying if I was caught and I was. But then I couldn't even have that and I was so tired of not having a single say in this, I made my choice.

Edited 2020-11-16 19:42 (UTC)

... I see.

[no, he... really does, and sighs a little at the end of her explanation]

I know others wished for you to live because they believed you deserved as much, and they are tired of seeing so much unnecessary blood spilt... but it comes at a cost, the same as everything else here.

Are you at least satisfied with your decision?

If you kill and you're caught, accepting death is only natural. That's the price to pay for taking a life, regardless of reason. They still mourned you, Archer.

But yes. They can take a moment and realize that perhaps making me a puppet was not the best idea.