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Only after closing the door behind him does the young man suddenly feel a shiver run through his arms. An unexpected creak from the living room makes him jump, and he clearly feels a chill run down his spine. However, the source of the noise turns out to be just an open window. He spends the night in bed, unsuccessfully trying to give his body rest. All sorts of thoughts will whirl in his head in a mad dance. Only in the early morning does he fall into a restless sleep: in it, he runs from room to room, pursued by a black knight who knocks down obstacles and destroys walls. He tries to climb out the window, but there is no ground beneath his feet. Opening his eyes, the young man listens for a while to the city noise. He wants to believe that all of yesterday evening was just another hallucination. But there is the accursed pendant, gleaming ominously on the bedside table. He reaches for the medallion, but immediately pulls his hand back. It is too risky to take it with him to a sacred place. Somehow gathering himself, the scholar sets off for the church.

I wanted to say something in response to those "guys," but I couldn't come up with the wording for the comment, or even the tone, so I had to let it go. Besides, what's the point of blaming the mirror?
- I will. Now that I'm here.

Before Asmidul manages to go anywhere, his eyes witness the sensor he received yesterday lighting up with the maximum brightness it can achieve, and someone starts knocking loudly on the front door.

Few people know, but if Lin Shi scores more than 0 points, it's considered a failure. A neutral result is a negative number, and not encountering her at all is a success.

"Goodbye to everyone," he thought, and cautiously approached the door.
—Who's there?

"Mm, good morning. Well enough — in my sleep I contemplated only the void," replied the lunar elf woman. "So, are you ready to head off to the scrymes?"

- The void is a good thing, the main attribute of our world if we believe the theologians. Let's go.

Camistella and Faineant make their way to the Labyrinth of Fate, where soon after the artist explains the rules of the upcoming event. 

- This is a team game with two groups. The first — the ladies; their task is to escape the labyrinth and preserve their honor. The second — the scrymes, whose task is to strip them of that honor. The labyrinth has many traps and all sorts of things the ladies can use to defend themselves from the scrymes. Now then, let me introduce you to the participants, both male and female.

The Ladies
Priestess

Reason for participating: ordinary pods no longer work on her.
ND: none.
Special traits: cannot be "killed" at night. 

Librarian

Reason for participating: through her fault one of the books was lost from the great library and later ended up on the black market; I bought it back and offered to return it in exchange for her participation in my event.
ND: heals the victim of a "kill" with magic. 
Special traits: if she remains alone, her vote counts as 2.

Housewife

Reason for participating: her husband is going through financial difficulties and she really wants to help him. 
ND: learns the team of a chosen player.
Special traits: none. 

???
Either a player character or a mysterious fourth participant.
ND: protection or block, at choice. 
Special traits: none. 

The Scrymes

Bibis
Reason for participating: wants to find love here; wears a helmet because he's shy.
ND1: "kills" a target, ignores healing.
ND2: "kills" a target, ignores protection and block.
ND3: gives the target -1 to the sum of votes against them. 


Beavis
Reason for participating: in search of money.
ND1: "kills" a target.
ND2: learns a role's target; may only be used once per game. 
ND3: blocks a target. 

Team ND of the scrymes: "kill" a target ignoring protection, healing, block, and immunity to "kills." May be used once per game. 

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Rules: standard mafia-style; clues are given on the profile.

"Goodbye, everyone." – thinking this way, the guy cautiously approached the door.
– Who's there?

- Guard, please open up.

🐱🐲: Mafia?! In my expansion pack?! 🎪🏹: Death by "snu-snu"? 🐱🐲: Oh, Erika lets this kind of content pass. The Lizard King loves mafia games. ⛓️♿: But he doesn't like "snu-snu." I wonder, if Astral refuses, who will be the fourth victim? 🐱🐲: That's interesting too.

- Guards, please open up.

🐱🐲: And yes, the skirmishers should have been named Bibis and Bobis.
🎪🏹: We're not like that...
🐱🐲: Not like that at all.

Compares the voice with Himalo’s.

100% match

"Once is a coincidence, twice..."
With difficulty calming his racing heart, he hides the pendant under his shirt and slightly opens the door, as if two forces could somehow help him here.
—Himal, is that you? What's the matter?

- Asmidul, right? I have a few questions for you. - He glances around and, making sure there are no passersby in sight, continues. - Tell me, are you familiar with the Snow Forest's Whisper?

Before Kamistella’s eyes, a strange scene unfolds: she shoots Erika with a pistol, who, for some reason, is interfering with the third participant of an unknown event, preventing them from helping her survive a treacherous attack from a friend. Somewhere nearby, a black knight with tentacles observes from an ambush behind the scenes, but he is exposed and executed. Then Erika is resurrected, and Kamistella eventually dies along with her accomplices. Her last bold words are: "Killing Erika at the very beginning is fun!" "You really went all out, my friend. I didn't expect that, I didn't expect that," Kamistella said in surprise. "Your imagination is truly boundless. These are some real beauties..." Real, brutal, oiled, battle-ready Scrymes... oh, Akonia! This is... magnificent. But is it worth getting involved myself? It's safer to watch from the stands, and you can chat with the Scrymes even after the game. Besides, Phainant is doing a good job of building suspense with the fourth participant. Hmm. Kamistella imagined two mighty Scrymes chasing Kimchilla, and then catching up to her. What a wonderful sight! But, alas, Kimchilla herself wouldn't appreciate it. On the other hand... the painting remains in the mansion. Who knows what Kimchilla was like under the mask of a noble lady. Sometimes, a person's or a Lunarian's external and internal portraits don't match at all. "I'm confused, my friend," Kamistella confessed. "I'm interested in participating myself, and in watching from the sidelines. What should I choose..." The aristocrat from Enlil thought deeply.