Greetings, friends.
As you can see, the game is over. Who wrote the note? Why, me of course! Your dear Mistress. I, however, am not the murderer. I didn’t harm a single hair. Who is the murderer, then? Quite simply everyone is! (Aside from the poor few whom died before their murderous intent.) Why did they do it? All because of a little piece of paper that all along meant nothing. I didn’t force this murderous intent upon you. Everyone could have quite simply walked out the door at the moment they read the note and go on with their lives. Instead they listened to the meaningless paper and killed each other, hoping to be able to leave. All along the note meant nothing. Well, I enjoyed our little game. Farewell, and perhaps we’ll play again someday.
Regards,
The Mistress Tsuyokimi
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Murder Mystery
Short StoryThis was a simple short story I did on Instagram to prevent writer's block. A lot of people seemed to like it and told me to post it somewhere where more people could see it, so here I am! Enjoy~ 14 people, one note- A note that changes everything...
