Suspicions

The sun had set. People moved along the paths and roads of the night time streets. One figure, his hand moving to turn the doorknob and enter a house, found himself in handcuffs and hauled away under the cover of darkness. He would not be in his bed that night, nor out doing his duty. Instead he would find himself tossed into a small jail cell with stone walls and a barred window above a locked door. It's up to his own mouth to talk himself out of death's grasp.
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When your life is on the line, all the humanity would shrink to become non-existant, no one cared that the Vigilante was actually a small child that didn't know how to use a gun, or that the Godfather was the sweetest little girl.
To the players, they only see labels and roles as they were.
A game of deception and lies. Life and death. Forgery and Sorcery. The innocent and the guilty. The liars and believers.
Welcome to the Town of Salem, trust no one and you just might make it out alive.
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INCLUDES STRONG LANGUAGE, GORE, AND DEATH