I was sitting by the window, and looking at the sunset. The next night came by quickly, and I wrote a poem: Black Ink wine, Midnight shine. Time for the new setting tonight. O, ghost of  the past bring me the shrine. The one that will help me make up for his time. His soul drips down, running through the ground. Our passion will forever go round. Your lips as soft as buttercream, words sweet as icing. Our poems will never end, they will only stop writing.

Lights flickering, I knew the time had come. We all gathered together, hugging our closest friends. The time came for the murderer to play. Another male scream, followed by a female one. The lights came back on, and we did a head count. Two were gone. We looked around, and Amanda found Yuri. We looked a little longer, and I found Maxwell. We discussed who would be the logical murderer. Kolor was never a fan of Yuri, so maybe it was her. But she possibly didn't know that she and Maxwell were the twins, although no matter how obvious it was in hindsight.

Baxter closed his eyes, and a muffin appeared in my hands. "Oh! Thanks, Muffin man!" I exclaimed joyfully. I started to to eat, while the others went back to discussing. Once we made the conclusion, Ichika went to tell Spring, who had clarified that she was the investigator. We all took out the tablets and voted who we thought the murderer was. The text came back again. The survivors have finished their discussions, and have come to the conclusion that Gabriella Kolor is the murderer. You must try to open the door to see if you are right.

"I never liked Yuri, yes. But I wouldn't murder her! You gotta believe me!" She exclaimed, trying to escape from her inevitable sacrifice. The kitchen door was already stained from our last sacrifice: Clara. Monika, Baxter and Spring pinned her to the door, and I took the swing. I nodded, and Baxter let go of the dead girl's arm and went to go open the front door. He came back, looking like he just lost the greatest bet of all time. We already knew what had happened: Nothing. Nothing at all. "We had just killed another innocent woman. What is wrong with us!?" Lesley shouted. I twitched nervously. The sun quickly came up. "We always have tomorrow." I told them.