DAY 5
The morning is cold and the townspeople are bitter. Fog continues to roll in from the edges of the town, and it doesn't seem to stop. A cold wind rustles the leaves of the trees surrounding the square.
The mayor is chilled to his bones, trying to make the makeshift graveyard look decent. At this point, he's had to dig nine graves (some of which are filled with their belongings instead), and make nine signs to hammer in the ground above their final resting places. He doesn't want the townspeople to have to worry about doing it. He finishes nailing a photograph of kokorico to eir memorial sign, and carefully lays down a small bundle of flowers.
Nine graves, nine signs, nine sets of flowers, all in the span of less than a week. It's all too many. The fog seems to gather the most heavily around the graves, somehow.
He heads over to the Hell Pit and begins to warm his hands. Steam, light, and warmth continue to rise out of the Hell Pit, but he can't find any solace in its warmth. The people of his own town have used it to kill a number of their own, some justly and some unjustly. The unjustly ones always hurt the most.
The townspeople wake up on their own schedules, not having much sun to judge the time of day by. They all bundle up in thick coats and shuffle into the town square, one by one, to figure out the results of last night. Nobody says a word to one another. Nobody likes the morning head count.
The mayor pulls his hands away from the warmth of the Hell Pit to grab his megaphone. Out loud, he calls peoples' names and points to people, one by one.
Mistyx, Keldeo, storm, IndigoEmmy, and RedneckPhoenix. Five people remaining. Five out of fifteen.
The mayor closes his eyes for a brief second, and exhales slowly. He calls for kyeugh, in hopes that she's just now walking over, or that maybe he just can't see her in the fog. She never answers.
He leads the routine march over to the house of the dead, and everyone follows suit, huddling together for warmth. He gently pushes open her door.
She's found dead in her kitchen, still in her pajamas, and clutching a small book, now spattered with blood. She was beaten to death with a now bloodstained club, gently placed down next to her. Someone gently prys the book out of her hands, and the cover reads "Dream Journal". Scraps of paper fall out from inside it, but they're all nonsensical dreams and records of what time she woke up each day. Inside the journal is the same.
Nothing incriminating is found in her home, and the townspeople leave her be. The mayor silently makes plans to dig her grave later.
Day 5 has begun. kyeugh has died. She was not mafia.
Day 5 will end in 48 hours, at 5pm Pacific on August 3rd and midnight UTC on August 4th.