"Yandere is a portmanteau of two Japanese words. The first is yanderu, which means "to be sick," and the second is deredere, used here for "lovestruck." A yandere is often sweet, caring, and innocent before switching into someone who displays an ext...
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The first country to arrive was Inca Empire, believing that I had been the one dead due to my scream. She explained how the blood trail leading to the balcony nearly caused her to faint, but her instincts kicked in, and she kept going, quickly learning the truth when her pupils made contact with the three hanging bodies. The imagery before her this time made her faint, but before she could hit the balcony's surface below her, Ottoman Empire caught her. He, too, was horrified by the scene, but he was at a loss of words and his heart shattered. All he could do was silently weep as tears fell from his face.
Prussia and Russian Empire rushed in afterwards, their expressions showing slight shock and fear, but nothing else. It was normal, in a way, considering the fact that they didn't show much emotion. The two men always remained with their stone-cold faces, but at times, they do express more than that. A tear or two formed in the corners of their eye sockets, but were swiftly wiped away with the back of their palms. However, I could tell that they, too, were grieving on the inside. After the power outage and everyone splitting up, it was agreed upon that we would no longer separate. Splitting up could create issues and have more of us dead.
British Empire was the last one, but he didn't make it to the balcony. We heard him slipping and falling on the floor with a harsh thud. Apparently, on his way to us, he had dropped his monocle and was cleaning it with a small piece of cloth. He didn't see the blood as he ran, and somehow he didn't smell it either. He obviously couldn't see, so he collapsed. We all checked up on him, and to our relief, he was okay—no broken bones or anything. Now, we all currently sat on the same couches downstairs before the castle went dark. Inca Empire was tending to British Empire. As for the rest of us, we pondered to ourselves, not knowing what to do next.
"How could we let this happen?" Ottoman Empire questioned aloud, bent over forward with his head in his arms, frustrated and upset. "Now they're dead because of our stupid actions!"
"We all acted upon our fear." British Empire said, fixing his monocle as the back of his head lay on Inca Empire's lap. "It was a reasonable response at that time, but now, we know not to do it anymore."
"Besides, it's all already happened." I added, crossing my arms as I lifted my head slightly. "Nothing can be reversed. What is done is done. There is no point in grieving for too long because the most important thing to focus on now is catching the murderer or murderers before anyone else gets taken out."
Inca Empire's eyes widened, clearly offended by what I described. "How can you say that? We can't just—"
"(Y/N) is right." Prussia's voice made us all jump as he and Russian Empire entered, returning from burying the bodies out back. How are they so quiet? Wouldn't we have been able to hear their footsteps?
My gut suddenly feels...weird. Are they both the murderers? I don't know, but looking back, they could have messed with the power box once they came back after burying German Empire's body. But the power didn't go out until some time after they returned. Perhaps they had some device that timed when the power would go out? No, they wouldn't have advanced technology with them, would they? Not to mention their voluntary acts of burying these bodies and being overly kind than usual. They are suspects on my list, that's for sure.
Russian Empire approached my side, standing a little too close. "We cannot allow our emotions to get the best of us, for they will only cause more chaos. We should all heed (Ms./Mr.) (Y/N)'s words and try to figure out who is behind all of these crimes."
"Indeed." Prussia pitched in. "Who do you all believe are the main suspects?"
"Spanish Empire." Inca Empire immediately answered with a sharp tone. She clearly despised him after he blamed her for the death of German Empire.
"Woah, we cannot simply blame him for all of these murders because of his constant but annoying accusations earlier." Ottoman Empire said, going on the defense.
Inca Empire pouted.
"But, I have my reasons to suspect that it can be—"
"Spanish Empire!" I exclaimed, panic rising in my voice. "He was all along during the power outage!"
Everyone instantly reacted accordingly. Together, we stood up and rushed upstairs, all the way to the corner of the castle where Spanish Empire's room was. Russian Empire burst through the doors.
"Oh great heavens!" Prussia cried out.
Spanish Empire's body lay on his mattress, his wrists and ankles chained to all four corners of his bed. A knife remained pierced through the skin of his chest, and his face was mutilated beyond recognition. Although, we knew it was him telling by his clothes and patterns on his skin. There were stab wounds all over his body, and his blood was everywhere. He was gagged, and both of his eyes hung out of his eye sockets.
I couldn't handle it. I whipped around and ran out of the room, only to collapse on all fours and vomit onto the carpet. The sight was beyond disgusting. No words can describe how awful it was.
I heard a harsh thud, and I could only imagine it was Inca Empire hitting the floor. She must have fainted. British Empire swiftly went to her side, holding Inca Empire in his arms as he kneeled beside her unconscious figure.
Russian Empire and Prussia helped me up, Russian Empire quickly cleaning the mess and rushing to grab me a glass of water. Prussia remained by my side holding my arm firmly to keep me from falling again.
"Another one, long gone." Ottoman said with no emotion in his voice. He clearly has already had enough.
