☆ WELCOME TO HELL, YE POOR SOULS.

[raisingproject]

Magical Girl Raising Project

Graveyard

The last thing you remember is dying. Whether it's by murder or execution, that's was all it. But surprisingly enough, you wake up in the hotel room that you were assigned in, as if you had never died to begin with. However, once you walk right outside, you'll start noticing that while this is the Town A you remember, there are some slight differences that you notice.

The first thing is the fact that while you can see those who are still alive, they simply cannot see you. In fact, they pass through you, as if you were a ghost. And spoilers: you kind of are one, now. The second thing is that sometimes, if you look at a building for too long or too closely, you'll notice that it fizzles a bit, almost glitchy.

But that's completely fine, isn't it? There is, however, one more thing to keep in mind: there are voices of other people, mumuring. Of course, these other people, unlike you, don't have a complete shape; they're just a silhouette of themselves, looking like static.

However: it wouldn't be Town A without an announcement, would it? Of course not. Hence why upon rearriving, there will be a message, typed out:

Welcome to the afterlife, everyone. This is a greeting message to introduce you to how exactly this works. You have the ability to send one message to the living a week, so choose your words wisely. Of course, there are limitations to what you can say! You cannot reveal the mastermind's true identity, even if you know it. You cannot reveal a culprit or a victim, even if you know it.

Also, all messages will be sent to all players during the trials. If there is no trial, the message shall be sent on Saturday. You may investigate as you wish. If you have any questions to ask of me, please leave a message and I will get back to you as soon as possible.

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Comments

[partyleader]

A man... [That leaves only select people that it could've been.] I guess it doesn't help anything to try and figure out who it was now, though.

[Nanami smiles a little, though.] Not blaming anyone... I don't think a lot of people could do that, in your situation. [Although it doesn't even occur to Nanami that she feels the same about her own murder.] You have a good heart, Eliza-san.

[telecosmetic]

[She means more that she doesn't blame people for getting it wrong, haha. If she ever learns who the actual killer is she will probably definitely blame them for hurting Recette emotionally.] I...I guess. I chose to go out on my own, after all, without my Pokemon. It...it was a pretty bad decision...I might have been able to stop him without getting myself killed if they'd been with me.

[partyleader]

Maybe. But depending on who it was and how strong they are, the Pokemon could've ended up only getting hurt in the end. [Or worse.] You couldn't have known it was going to end up that way. You only did your best and what you thought was the right thing to do.

[telecosmetic]

[Eliza nods slowly, her eyes still somewhat teary.] Thank you...

[partyleader]

[Nanami isn't really good at this sort of thing, but... Hesitantly, she reaches out and lays a hand on Eliza's arm.] I know it's not the same as when we were alive, but... Let's just try to make the best of what we have here, okay? We can't change what's already happened, but we can try to find good in this place and with each other.

[telecosmetic]

[Eliza nods.] Yeah...there are still ways we can interact with the world. And we can send messages... [Too bad this happens chronologically before Marshmallow Hell.]