☆ 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

[ladiesfirst]

... Seriously?

[does eruna really look like the killing type to you??]

[selfloving]

[Anyone can look like the killing type. All it takes to be a killer is performing the act.]

Yes. Wasn't she important to you?

[She's not spiteful enough to take the most obviously blow, at least. No reminding Eruna that she probably won't see her again now.]

[ladiesfirst]

Of course she is! Seisa-senpai is my goddess, and one of my dearest friends!

[That said...]

But I'm a hero of justice: killing is wrong, no matter what! Not only would it be a horrible crime to kill someone, but it would make me someone undeserving of her affection, let alone our friendship!

[selfloving]

Really? [There's an edge to her question. One might not share the same perspective on heroics as Eruna.]

Unprovoked, you may just be right.

I'm sorry to see it didn't save yo the trip here, though.

[ladiesfirst]

[At that, Eruna sobers up a little more.]

Yeah, I guess... if only that stupid fish hadn't riled up everyone with that "traitor" talk, maybe I would have been more successful at keeping another death from happening.

[selfloving]

You can't save everyone. [She pauses, then decides to throw Eruna a bit of a bone.]

It's possible you saved someone else with your life.

[ladiesfirst]

... Yeah, at least it wasn't someone else, like Edna-chan, or Recette, or...

[Or really anyone else that's still alive. She's not the type to wish something like that upon someone, even if they might deserve it.]

[selfloving]

[The truth is, it doesn't matter much to her, but she keeps her expression neutral. One has thrown every single one of these backstabbing cutthroats into the same basket, even if only half of them did any backstabbing.]

Regrettably, sometimes this world tries to punish those would act as heroes.

[ladiesfirst]

... I'm sorry about what happened. Back during that trial a few weeks ago, I mean.

[Though it's any consolation, Eruna didn't vote for you, nor does she think you did it to begin with??]

[selfloving]

I don't want to hear that.

[And, really, she doesn't. The more time passes, the more she realizes her death was relatively painless, probably out of some guilty consciousness. But a death is a death, isn't it? Betrayal is betrayal. And traitors do make her so sick.]

It's done, so there's no need for platitudes. Do what you can to get us out of this place instead.