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Who: Killers, Sheba, and Kenny
What: OH MY GOD THEY KILLED KENNY
When: The eighth night
Where: The park...

[It's in the dead of the night when Sheba's door abruptly unlocks. Her bracelet begins to beep. Something seems to be calling her, ordering her to leave her room. For every moment she delays, it beeps with more and more urgency, especially if she tries to bring anything. And besides, she feels groggy, not inclined to protest much. Shortly after, Kenny's door also unlocks, and he's led to the park behind her.

As she steps outside, lights illuminate the path. The lights lead into the park. As soon as either one steps through the door into the park, the door slams shut. It won't open for again, and pounding on the door or calling for help will not yield any results. It's only once inside that the grogginess wears off.

You can run or try to hide, but there's not much use to it. Your bracelet is still beeping, the only obvious sound in the darkness. And though you're not restrained, you'll find there's no way you can strike a blow against the killers; the bracelet will tighten and you'll feel the grogginess return if you try to fight back.]

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In a way, yes. But those are our instructions. The more gruesome your "death" here, the more peacefully your transition to wake up will be.

[ He shrugs, then starts to walk to lead the way ]

There is a reason they have appeared more brutal, after all.

A transition to... wake up?

[ This sounds terribly familiar. ]

I'm sure you've heard it by now, yes?

[ He sighs, since he's tired of explaining it, but he at least understands the reluctance. ]

The deaths here are convincing, but they're not real. I will hardly say that what the VIPs have been doing is noble, but we have been working in the best interests of everyone here. Though I imagine that will be hard to believe, since I would scarcely believe it myself were I in your position.

...H...haha...

[ Kenny sucks in his breath and then starts to laugh. ]

I knew it. I knew it wasn't possible. I'm never going to get to die for real, am I. [ He should never have believed it for even a second. ] I don't know if I believe you or not about best interests, but... Whatever. I'm tired. I don't care any more.

[ He raises an eyebrow, but doesn't ask, since here they are at Pleasant Street, which is the destination. There's at least one shop standing alone, which is the one Ciel heads towards. ]

I hadn't expected to hear that. Should I be apologizing?

Whatever your reasons, I know I won't be getting any clear answers. It's nothing.

[ He pauses, looking around. ]

Why are we here?

You can ask, if you wish. There are certain things I will not answer, but I have respect for those that accept their fate with grace.

[ He looks to the standalone building, then sighs, shaking his head. ]

...We are advised to be more brutal, as I said.

I suppose you won't let me do it myself, will you?

[ He looks surprised at first, then conflicted before he glances to the side. ]

...I don't know, actually.

[ He seems to think it over seriously, but then reaches in his jacket to pull out a small vial. ]

There's nothing that will let you do so quickly, but... You can take this once I lock the doors. It might be a little more... [ Ciel trails off with a shrug, since it seems like he's suddenly somewhat reluctant. ]

[ What could he mean by that...? Kenny wants to ask, but he's not sure if he's going to get a real answer.

He takes the vial and stares at it, before tucking it into his palm and closing his fist over it. ]

Lock the doors? What, you're ditching me in there?

Yes.

[ There's a pause before he opens the door, then motions for Kenny to go inside. ]

I will burn it.

[ He hesitates at that. He's burned to death before- more than once. He remembers the agony of it clearly. Dying over and over doesn't make it all any less painful. ]

...What will this do? [ He shakes the vial. ]

It's a monkshood tincture. It will kill you in fifteen minutes if you drink it, but until then, the symptoms of the poisoning should at least lessen some of the pain of the fire.

[ He hesitates, pauses, then adds simply: ] I would prefer to shoot you, if I could. But that makes waking up more difficult. From what we have been told, I am not sure at how well it would go with only that.

[ It sounds bizarre, and yet before Ciel can think about how this doesn't make sense, this thoughts drift away too quickly for him to latch onto them. This makes sense. Of course it makes sense. ]

The monkshood is all I can do, I am afraid.

[ His brow furrows. None of this makes any sense. Ciel seems reluctant, somehow. And the 'waking up' thing... ]

Somehow I don't think this'll lessen anything. [ He knows what it's like to burn. But maybe the smoke will get him first.

He has questions- a million of them- but his time's up. He steps through the door. ]

Perhaps not. But it is all I can give.

[ When Kenny steps inside, Ciel closes the door gently behind him, but then grabs the metal bar that had been sitting near the door. It didn't seem like anything special, but Ciel had brought what he needed beforehand. He sticks the bar through the handles of the door so that they can't be opened, then walks over to the rest of the supplies he had brought. It's no more than oil, linen wrapped around a stick, and a lighter, but he sets the torch on fire before touching the torch to various points around the building until they catch.

...Something about this doesn't feel right, he realizes, but that, too, drifts away with the smoke. It makes his stomach churn, because this was no better than what had been done to him, but he must. For the sake of that, he must.

But once the building is on fire, Ciel steps back, looks at the building briefly, then walks away. He doesn't need to worry about the building catching anything else on fire—He had picked this building for that reason. ]

[ Kenny takes a seat against a wall when the door closes. He hears soft footsteps outside, and something catching on the door. He rolls the vial around in his hands, before setting it down. He carefully removes his mask, sets it aside, and rubs his eyes as smoke starts to leak into the building.

He's just glad Sheba isn't here. Burning to death... it's not what he'd want for her.

But it's not what he wants for himself, either.

He grasps the vial and pounds it against the floor. It breaks in his grip, the tincture spilling over his hand and glass shards stinging into his palm. It hurts like hell. ] Ow. Fuck! [ He shakes his hand out, trying to regain a grip on one of the largest shards. Heat begins to pour in; Kenny knows he doesn't have time to sit around and wait. ]

Alright... alright. Not hard. Just gonna close my eyes. Go to sleep.

[ And maybe he really will wake up again, just like he always does. He feels around his neck with his free hand until he finds the place where his pulse pounds the thickest. He keeps his fingers there before pulling them away at the last second, plunging the glass into his neck.

Unconsciousness comes in a matter of seconds. Blood spews down his front, and just like that, he slumps over. His mind has checked out; the flames will take care of the rest. ]