blood pools underneath me “at l-least give me the knife, kalimoor, the town square needs to inspect it to heal my injuries… if they can heal it…” my eyes slowly start closing “I thought we were meant to win together, kal… why…”
you voted against town. You stand at the side, looking at yuki getting lynched. Beside you is my corpse, starting to slowly decompose. You think about how happy it was thinking of me as a hampter or whatever shit that is. There’s no more of that anymore. There’s no more stress relief in town.