[He's too tired for this bullshit. As he is, he's not going to do much good. Mana use it is then. He changes between one breath and the next, long dark hair spilling down until it brushes the backs of his ankles. His coal black suit replacing the lighter clothes he'd been wearing.

A signs of stress drain away. All signs of any emotion at all. He picks up where he left off as smoothly as if he were talking about the weather. His red eyes have a piercing quality to them they lacked before, as if he can see right through anything he looks at.]

Do you remember I told you there is one among you with a win condition different from the rest? I was referring to the traitor. Zange has used them in a bid to stop the game while still operating within the rules imposed on the Mastermind.

If she dies, the last survivor will be selected to be the next.