night five; protector kill

[gamehead]

[ Around half an hour after the protector has made their choice, a hidden door in the back of the dungeon is opened and Robin's sleeping body is shoved in. The door closes and will not reopen again; Robin will wake up normally once it shuts. ]

((OOC: Robin will be able to see the identity of the protector clearly; she may try to resist, but the protector will be invulnerable to any damage.))

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[bloodofgrima]

[Robin is quick to wake up, every sense in her body tingling that something is very, very wrong here. She's on her feet quickly, looking around.

What in the world? Why the hell is she in... a strange...

She straightens slowly, turning around to see who, exactly, she's sharing this room with now.]

[construe]

[ Kyouko Kirigiri is standing by the wall, pointing a gun at her. ]

This won't be on video, so you can say whatever you want.

I'll make it fast.

[bloodofgrima]

[...Ah. Of course.

Robin smiles sadly.]

Why no video? Because of the way I'm going to die?

[construe]

Critter made it that way. It's because... my role is... I am the only prey that can kill at night.

[ Kirigiri does not take pleasure from killing, though. ] It's why Hanekoma had no video, too... [ She flicks her eyes to the ceiling for a moment. ] If you have any questions, ask them now. I have no problem answering them.

[bloodofgrima]

Why me?

[Robin settles herself against the wall, clearly making no move to struggle.]

Even if I do deserve this... I'd like to know what made you choose me.

[construe]

...

It isn't that a hound identified you, or that I had any particular reason to suspect you...

The Critter said that it's going to be changing some things around here soon. And... it brought you to me.

[bloodofgrima]

I see.

[She just smiles.]

In that case... may I make one request of you?

[construe]

Certainly.

[bloodofgrima]

Make sure my journal is given to Owada. I've... left something for him and Ema there.

That's all I ask.

[construe]

That's fine. I'll... 'find' it somehow.

[ She lifts the arm with the gun and squares it at Robin's head. ]

For what it's worth, I'm starting to believe that nobody really wants to play this game. Including the hunters. So I am sorry.

[bloodofgrima]

I never took any pleasure in my role. It was not something I had ever wanted to have.

So... you are correct.

[She smiles again, gently and resigned.]

Thank you for making it clean.

[construe]

I detest this game... and this slaughter.

Rest now.

[ She squeezes the trigger. She only fires once, directly at Robin's forehead. It's all that's needed. ]

[bloodofgrima]

[Indeed. Robin's body crumples quietly, falling now that there's no life to sustain it.

Even so... the smile remains, etched into her face as proof of a death with no struggle.]

[construe]

[ She waits a few seconds, observing the body... Then she crosses over and tucks a piece of paper with a symbol on it within her clothing.

She doesn't want to disrespect a corpse like this, but it's the only way to ensure Ema's trust. ]