[Millium's scream may have gotten people's attention. Once some have gathered in the area, the air around you seems to turn a little more oppressive than it already was. It's because there's one person more among you, having arrived stealthily. He has a megaphone in his hand, and is moving measurely and parsimoniously, like he's trying to put his thoughts in order. He glances up at the head hanging from the branch]

...that wasn’t what I expected, to be completely frank with you.

[Better fulfil his duty and get things going, though -- there’s a lot yet to be done. The Sergeant clacks his heels together and addresses everyone who is gathered here through the megaphone]

A life has been cut short. Lovepon is dead, and the culprit is one of you remaining twenty-one participants. Allow me to thank you for taking the right choice -- it would have been so wasteful to get rid of twenty-two promising people.

[He steps back]

I advise you to investigate. Don’t bother the townspeople, just focus on what you have to do. The relevant places will have police cars there, I’m sure you can find them. Gather as much information as you can for the trial, and meet me at the courtroom in two hours. We are on a tight timetable here, don’t dawdle.

[Without even bothering to explain what he means by the trial, he leaves. This day started badly and it can only get worse, everyone]