Murder Mansion (Eurovision 2022 AU)

Chapter 7, A Wound No Medic Can Heal

Filip's POV.
We all met in the main room, but I couldn't see anyone missing. There were a few people out of the room who weren't here yet, but I'm not sure who got murdered.

"Hey Fičo. Where were you this morning?" Zala came up to me and asked me.

"I was in the rec room with Oleh as Elisabet. We were playing would you rather." I laughed.

"Oh really?" Zala chuckled alongside me. "How was that fanfiction that Pia wrote?"

"It wasn't smutty, which is good. I still think it was a little bit weird. She made us cuddle!" I laughed.

"Damn." Zala chuckled. I began to count people as they walked into the room.

"34... 35... 36..." That should be everyone. I sighed. That means there was another death.

"37." Zala said, pointing to Achille, who came into the room a little late. I was confused, then I gasped. The medic! Thank God!

"Now that everyone is here, please proceed to the dorms at this time."

We began to walk towards the dorm rooms. When we got there, I noticed no doors were open, the atmosphere felt normal this time.

"The murderer has attempted to kill someone, however the medic has saved the targeted player. Therefore, the targeted player lives another day."

"YES! THIS MEDIC IS GOOD!" Siggy cheered.

"Who was targeted?" Alvan asked. Achille raised his hand. That was when everyone began to crowd around Achille.

"Did you see the murderer?" Michael asked.

"No. They were masked,. I could only hear a voice." Achille responded.

"Well, who did they sound like?" MARO asked.

"I couldn't tell. They were using a voice changer." Achille sighed.

"Just great! How the hell will we find the killer now?" Vladana sighed.

"Hey, let's be happy with the fact that no one died last night." Ronnie said.

"Ronnie's right. We have to focus on the positives." I said back.

"What's positive about being stuck in a mansion with a murderer, and we have no idea who it is!" Roman cried.

"Hey, it can't be all bad. We're getting to know each other, at least." Igor shrugged.

"He's right. I know I've made some friends here." I said.

"And you really think you're all going to survive this? One of your friends might be the murderer! It could be your precious Zala!" Roman raised his voice.

"Actually, I know it's not her. We were in the same room a few nights ago and neither one of us moved." I defended.

"Are you sure she didn't sneak away to kill someone? Or are we sure that you didn't do that?" Roman yelled. He clearly wanted to fight.

"How do we know it's not you? You're the most suspicious of all of us!" I said back to him.

"Look who's talking, Mr. I-slept-with-my-bandmate-and-I'm-denyiny-it! You think I didn't see that?" Roman snapped. Everyone gasped. I brought my palm to my face. Pia began to squeal.

"For one, we weren't sleeping together. We were comforting each other and we just so happened to fall asleep in a cuddling position. Big difference." Zala said.

"Also, how could you see us together that night? Were you walking past us?" I asked. Roman nodded, unaware of the point I was trying to make.

"So you were out and about during the night?" Ronnie asked, scratching his chin. Roman froze.