Day 3
He wondered if he was not the only one thinking about the events since they got here. He lay in bed in total darkness hoping the others were doing the same. Goryani looked at his phone. Apart from the screen showing ten past two, it also registered no signal, unsurprising considering their location.
“The killer is among us. The question is why?” he pondered to himself aloud. He did not know the answer to that. What he did know that it was imperative that they leave this place and alert the authorities before it is too late. The reason the man with the key did not come is unknown as well, but it greatly worried him, perhaps more so than others. He had a strong suspicion that they were all lured in here as part of a devious plan and that their supposed saviour had no intention of coming. If they would not be picked off by the killer, they would starve to death. It was a sickening thought but one that had the feeling of being ominously prophetic.
Getting up from the bed he rubbed his face. Does this keybearer and our killer have any connection?
He was going to examine the manhole. Maybe there was a way of opening the door. Perhaps not the best of time to do this but he certainly knew that he could not trust anyone in this place and the less of them know of his whereabouts the better.
Unlocking and stepping out of his room, Goryani looked around the corridor. Not a sign of anyone else. Still cautious he walked over to the recreation room and stood at the ladder leading up to the entrance to the bunker. Looking up, it was certainly a steep climb measuring over fifteen feet but heights were never of any trouble to him.
Gripping the edges of the ladder, he climbed one step at a time, each step producing an echo across the dead quiet room. The ladder creaked slightly under the weight put on it but it was otherwise stable.
Upon reaching the third-last rung, the manhole was close enough to examine. The door was made of steel at least five inches thick, so there was no way to force it open by sheer force. He tried anyway with one hand but it would not budge. He doubted that even with ten pairs of hands a different outcome could be reached. A keyhole was visible just to the left of the door and upon closer examination small but clear scratches were visible around the keyhole. Running his fingers over the scratches, he noticed that they were made recently. He had a horrifying thought for a second that he immediately pushed to the back of his mind. It could not be true, he reasoned. For if it is…
Slowly climbing down from the ladder and still in deep thought at the viciousness of the monster responsible for their captivity and the level of cunning this beast could be capable of, Goryani climbed down the ladder and made his way back to his room.
Upon reaching the room, he stopped before he entered. Something looked wrong but he could not point his finger on it. Standing outside his room staring at nothing but darkness from inside for a few minutes, he tried to figure out what it was, he eventually decided that it was his lack of sleep and overactive imagination.
Upon entering his dark abode, he immediately realised what his subconscious was trying to tell him. He had closed the door before he went out. It was ajar when he came back. His blood went cold when he realised within the split second before the crowbar cracked his skull what exactly the scratches that he saw on the manhole meant.
Goryani has been killed. He was Vanilla Town.
It is Day 3 for the next 48 hours. With 7 players alive, it takes 4 votes to lynch and lock the lynch.
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