Killers and victims, killers and victims. Three of your own have fallen prey to murderous intent last week. Your numbers keep shrinking. Azura has fallen prey to Franciscus in the same night that Olympia betrayed her friend Millium and killed Cian who wound up in the crossfire. At this rate, is there anyone you can trust?
The townspeople's anger burns hotter than ever. Wherever they go, must they live in fear of stumbling on a corpse? They can't live like this. More than ever, the visitors are being shown that they are
unwelcome.
Walking outdoors, cold looks are the norm. Shouted profanity isn't unexpected. Barely anybody is willing to still hold a conversation with any visitors.
Even within the motel, there is no feeling of safety any longer. Not only have two people died in this very place, no, now the townspeople also lost their fear of coming inside. While they don't enter private rooms, the daring among them vent their hatred of you by vandalizing the common rooms.
Cartesio has become a menacing place.
In the lobby of the motel there's a few more brochures, and
the maps have been updated once again. Don't mind that some of them have been damaged in one of the attacks on the motel.
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[He would like to kill him personally but— if he could save them...]
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[She sighs.]
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[She crosses her arms.]
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[It’s the least he can say for them all now when more than a few of them have been supporting him this past week.]
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[It comes with a small smile.]
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[But it's said with a matching smile and a chuckle.]
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[There's an amused noise, nearly a laugh.]
I guess we've both got that kind to spare.
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[That actually reminds him of something. A particular phrase someone used several times that had stuck with him.]
...there was something Milly would always say.
"Forward. Relentlessly."
i don't think that's such a bad way to put it.
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[There's something raw about her tone that she tries to keep locked away until she speaks.]