Hazel groaned, sitting up and blinking her eyes. She had woken up on a stone path, and she couldn't quite tell where she was. The last thing she could remember, was joining a game with her friends, and...

She stopped, as the world around her came into focus. The path she lay on was leading to a center circle that held a wooden platform. On this platform, was a wooden pole that seemed to loom up in a terrifying way. Around her, we're similar paths that all connected themselves to the inner circle, but stretched to different houses around her, also facing the circle. Other people were there too, but none of them were recognizable. Standing up, Hazel wobbled a bit as she got her balance. Then, she looked down at herself and gasped. She was wearing heels that were a magenta color, her hair was long and purple, she wore glasses that she hadn't noticed before, and her clothes had changed to black leggings and a grey business coat. It was then, that she heard voices she knew.

"What's going on?"
Adam, definitely.

"Don't look at me! I'm just as confused!"
Kayla

"Whatever's going on, I'm sure we can figure something out."
Parker

"Where are you guys?" Hazel called out. The characters around her turned to face her.
"Hazel?" Came Kayla's voice from a blonde-haired pilgrim girl.
"Okay, this is weird!" Tom said, and the sound came from a person resembling a SWAT team member.

Hazel did her best to pick out what the rest of her friends were

Adam had messy brown hair, a red shirt, and blue jeans, Claire was another pilgrim, but she had black braids, Skye had frizzy red hair, glasses, and a blue dress, and Parker was a lycanthrope. 

"Why exactly do we look like our Salem avatars?" Skye questioned

"Seeing as it looks like we're IN the game, I don't really think what we look like matters" Parker replied

"Easy for you to say! You're not stuck in high heels!" Hazel retorted

Claire spoke up "Shouldn't we focus on how to get out of here? I mean, if we're stuck in this game, then one of us could possibly... I mean, it is Town of Salem, so... one of us could... die..."

However, before anyone could panic, Adam spoke "Look, if this is Salem, we each have a role. I'm not exactly sure how you would find yours out, but shouldn't we figure that out? Also, if any of us are bad, I'm sure we wouldn't actually KILL our friends right?"

Everyone seemed to agree. Adam turned to the house behind him, and walked inside. As soon as he did so, everyone else followed suit, entering their own homes. Hazel turned, heading in the direction of the white house behind her, while trying to keep the heels from bugging her. Once inside her house, she realized just how simple it was.

The entire inside wall was painted white. The floor had a rug, but no carpet or anything close to that. There was a small bed, a desk with one single drawer, and a small stool. Hazel pulled the stool up to the desk, and opened the drawer. Inside, were a set of pens as well as a few sheets of paper. For a last will, she thought, then shook her head. Why would they need that if no one was going to die? then, she saw something farther back in the drawer. It was a box with a note taped to it. Curious, Hazel pulled the box from the drawer, and lifted the note. It read:

Dear reader,

This game changes people in ways you have never imagined. Within this game, you may die, but you will still be alive all the same. Draws are not allowed to exist, as the default wins do apply. You must complete the objectives of your role, OR ELSE. Good Luck!

Hazel's eyes went wide. You MUST complete the objectives of your role? but that meant that whoever the killers were HAD to kill! Hazel began to panic, causing her to drop the note on the floor and put her head in her hands. Her new purple hair falling around her. Then, she remembered the box. Sitting up, still shaking, she saw the word ROLE on the box. With a shaking hand, she opened it. Hazel gasped...