Another morning means another day of trial and, if they guess wrong again, danger for the dwindling population of innocents in ASB Central. When they arrive at their usual point of assemblage, they find that this morning it is Keta who has gone missing, fate unknown--but suspected. Once more search parties split up to canvas the city, and once more the Mafia do not disappoint, quite cheerfully providing another body for the surviving trainers to mutter and shake their heads over. This time, the crime was particularly disturbing; Keta's limbs had been removed entirely and rearranged to make a giant "M," with her torso forming a sort of grisly exclamation point. Whether this indicated that the Mafia were getting bolder still about leaving their calling-cards or simply that they were particularly depraved Mario fans, no one could be sure. The only thing certain was this: once again, they would have to do their best to expose the mafia in their midst, lest they join Keta and the long string of unfortunates before her.
Keta is dead. She was not Mafia.
Forty-eight hours for discussion and nomination.
Keta is dead. She was not Mafia.
Forty-eight hours for discussion and nomination.