☆ WELCOME TO HELL, YE POOR SOULS.

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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

[telecosmetic]

[Eliza turns to keep facing Dahlia, taking a few steps away from the scene as well.] I...I don't think I've heard of it before. Where does that name even come from?

[hawthorned]

[Yes, good, Dahlia will keep walking away from the changing rooms and start heading outside.]

It's when victims of crimes like kidnapping develop feelings about their captor. For instance, they might start to believe that their captor is actually on their side, looking out for them. They may even start wanting to protect their captor.... I couldn't say why, but perhaps it's because believing a sweet lie makes it easier to live than living without any hope at all.

[telecosmetic]

[She looks down at her feet as they leave the place.] She didn't have to reveal herself to us or anything though. She didn't do that with the first people who arrived here. [Eliza might have been the first one to meet Zange like that, as a matter of fact.] Besides, she's also trapped here, so that shouldn't count, right?

[hawthorned]

You take far too much at face value, Miss Eliza. I can't have been the only one to tell you that.

[telecosmetic]

...maybe I do, but isn't it better to be willing to trust people? [Even if her trust has been broken so many times...] I don't want to give up on trust...

[hawthorned]

Then don't.

[She shrugs.]

After all, people can generally be trusted to think of themselves first and foremost.

[telecosmetic]

[She just keeps following, not speaking much.] That's...true, I guess. But not everyone's as selfish as that! [She's...thinking about Recette, mostly. She can admit deep down that she's a selfish person as well.]

[hawthorned]

[Then they'll keep heading towards the general direction of the park in partial silence together as Dahlia isn't going to tell Eliza to scram. Mostly because she's in the mood to vent.]

Generally, I said. The ones that don't are fools who are constantly being taken advantage of. .

[telecosmetic]

Is that what you think about Recette? [Eliza's voice is soft. Even if the other teen is apparently older than her, she still feels a lot like the older sister sometimes.] ...she has people looking out for her, at least.

[hawthorned]

She's a simple girl. [In more than one sense.] But what does that matter now, Miss Eliza? There's no point in gossiping about Miss Recette is there? She's not part of the bigger problem with this stupid town.

[telecosmetic]

You mean, these games?

[hawthorned]

That's exactly what I mean. There's only two things I care about right now. The death of the one who killed me and of course, the end of Zange herself. Everything else is simply lower down on the list of priorities.

[telecosmetic]

That's...really serious. I just want them to stop...not die. [She'll probably change her tune on Saturday...]

[hawthorned]

You're too soft, Miss Eliza. [A giggle.] Save your compassion for people who've actually earned it.