☆ 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

[raisingproject]

[The ghost that intervenes here is the female who wears her hair up in a ponytail and seems to be going by June now.]

They can hear us at the steel tower, it seems.

[telecosmetic]

Really? [Eliza looks excited.] That would make things so much easier!

[raisingproject]

[At this, the guy Eliza spoke to at the trial will speak up.]

There's purrobably a catch.

[Damn it.]

Isn't there?

[It might be hard to tell, but he's looking over at June, figuring if anyone here knows about catches, it'd be her.]

[raisingproject]

You and your cat puns...

[It seems that June seems to know that poor guy.] But it seems that only those of us who have died outside of this particular game can utilize that.

[telecosmetic]

Oh... [She looks disappointed.] I guess we should watch that area to see if anyone heads over there, then? Hopefully most of them know about being able to contact you there.

[raisingproject]

I only spoke to two people, so I have no idea if they know or not.

[That's June's answer.]

[telecosmetic]

Oh yeah...but Zack mentioned it on the network, right? So everyone should be aware.

[raisingproject]

[Vest ghost'll speak up here.]

With everything that's happened, they might've forgotten. Everything going to hell will do that to you.

[Definitely speaking from experience here.]

[telecosmetic]

...yeah... [She definitely sounds worried now.] Do you know how far voices can travel from the tower? [She's asking June that.]

[raisingproject]

[And June answers:]

Only people on the tower can hear me. It has to be physical.

[partyleader]

[She's been quiet so far, but Nanami will gently interject here.]

If people have to be on the tower to hear us, is there a way we could lead them there instead? We need to conserve our mana, but if all of us worked together to lead them there... maybe the drain wouldn't be quite so bad?

[raisingproject]

There might be... [June hums to herself, resting a hand on her cheek in thought.] But what were you thinking?

[raisingproject]

I can do it pretty easily. It's a low cost of mana anytime I write in my notebook. [Hinata says briskly, inserting himself back into the conversation.]

We're really limited in our options. So are they. They're bound to ask me something soon.