night four - kill log

[guestcontrol]

Who: Killers and Kyouya
What: kiss kiss fall off the ferris wheel
When: The fourth night
Where: The park...

[It's in the dead of the night when Kyouya's door abruptly unlocks. His bracelet begins to beep. Something seems to be calling him, ordering him to leave his room. For every moment he delays, it beeps with more and more urgency, especially if he tries to bring anything. And besides, he feels groggy, not inclined to protest much.

As he steps outside, lights illuminate his path. The lights lead into the park. As soon as he steps through the door into the park, the door slams shut behind him. It won't open for him 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.

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

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[Kyouya is woken up by the bracelet after not too long. It's early enough in the night that he had only recently fallen asleep; it's too dark to do any work in his room, but it's also not easy for him to turn in at a reasonable hour. When he does wake up, his thoughts are fuzzy and disjointed, and his mood is ugly. There's almost a risk of him just ignoring the bracelet and going back to sleep, but he plucks his glasses off the night stand and wanders towards the park still half asleep.

It's only once the door slams shut that his senses return. The confused grogginess wears off, and he quickly sheds the rest of the mood, too, because it only takes him a few seconds to understand the situation is bad. He's alert, but also angry. With Koizumi, with Aya, with himself, and most of all with whoever plans to kill him. He could try to run or hide, but what point is there in that? If he's guaranteed to die he'll at least keep some of his pride.

Instead, he's leaning against the door back to the accommodations area, looking almost casual as he slides his glasses onto his face and affixes anyone coming towards him with a a cold, disdainful expression.]

You bought into that letter having some sort of significance, didn't you? What a waste of your night.