The residents of ASB Central retired to their homes; some time later, members of the Mafia slipped out and proceeded to carry out their foul deeds in the dark of night. It was little surprise to those gathered at the meeting place the next morning to find one amongst them missing; it was little comfort, too. Once more search parties were arranged and spread out through the city, and inevitably one group could only return to report the worst.
It had taken them a while to identify PichuK; she had been so badly hacked up by a truly vicious assault that she was nigh-unrecognizable. As usual, the Mafia had gone to no great lengths to conceal their work, leaving the corpse where it had fallen on a sidewalk in the residential area of ASB Central.
The dwindling group of innocents and mafia met back at the square. By now, there were few people left to suspect... and even fewer sure allies.
PichuK is dead. She was not Mafia.
Forty-eight hours for discussion.
It had taken them a while to identify PichuK; she had been so badly hacked up by a truly vicious assault that she was nigh-unrecognizable. As usual, the Mafia had gone to no great lengths to conceal their work, leaving the corpse where it had fallen on a sidewalk in the residential area of ASB Central.
The dwindling group of innocents and mafia met back at the square. By now, there were few people left to suspect... and even fewer sure allies.
PichuK is dead. She was not Mafia.
Forty-eight hours for discussion.