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The Other Side of Justice
Night 1

Night 1

Today was a wonderful night; the moon shone brightly, and the wind didn't touch the lights on the Towers. The city was quiet and beautiful. The guards listlessly patrolled the streets, searching for a non-existent enemy, while the mechanics slept near the defensive cannons on the walls.
The huge clock of Steamguard struck midnight.
Gil4 couldn't sleep; he had been hearing strange sounds all evening, and now his head was pounding. The sounds subsided for a while under the influence of several glasses of wine, but then they returned as distinct voices. The whispers grew in his ears, commanding and ordering, this voice told terrible things and never stopped. Unable to bear it any longer, he cried out in agony and fell unconscious. All night, an annoying patrol unit circled under his window.
Xostor walked down the street towards his home; he wanted to take a bath and go to sleep. A lightning-fast arrow, fired from the bushes, abruptly changed his priorities. A cry of pain echoed through the streets.
All evening, Zedzi watched as the light bulb in his house flickered on and off, sometimes shining too brightly. Not paying attention to it, he went to bed. He was awakened by a bright light and the crackling of glass; a strange tingling sensation all over his body frightened him. He had to feel his way out of the room.
Raiding Arandor's dwelling turned out to be not so easy; there was too much junk on the shelves, in the drawers, and in the chests, but nevertheless, something valuable was found. Upon returning, the owner was simply amazed. The thief was not noticed by anyone, not even the one who stood under the house's window all night.
The moon shone especially brightly as Thorium strolled through the oldest streets of the city; it was especially quiet here at night. Suddenly, about twenty feet away from him, a pretty girl appeared. Snapping her fingers, she performed a simple dance move and froze, waiting for a reaction. Thorium looked at her in astonishment, but with sympathy. She began her beautiful dance, fierce and unrestrained. Sharp discs flashed in her hand. The last touch of the dance was Thorium's bloodied body, sprawled on the pavement.
The man who found Thorium was deeply shocked, but he still did what he came for. A drop of blood splashed in a small test tube.
If Thorium could scream, he would have awakened the whole city. That's what the herbalist taught, that's what is written in the forbidden book, that's what nature says. The methods of witches are terrible and immoral, but effective. She left as soon as he regained his breath.
The loud clatter of hooves echoed through the city streets; someone was in a great hurry. It seemed that the efforts were in vain; Hermit had already left the tavern. The rider spurred his horse between the houses, hoping to intercept him halfway, and he succeeded. Hermit ran away in fear, but he couldn't get far; a minute later, he was pinned against a wall. The pursuer spat and pressed his shotgun to his head. A loud shot rang out; Hermit slowly slid down the wall into a puddle of his own blood. It seems that the shooter possessed exceptional skill.
In the morning, several notes were found, pinned to the watchtower with knives.
Governor, Advisor...DIE!!! I want to hunt!
Honorable knight, do not make rash moves. Tonight and the next night, I will definitely choose people in order to protect or deprive them of Night Defense. I hope today you will say hello to my friend, Duke Hereford.
Tremble, you unholy ones; the noble Knight guards the peace of this city, patrolling the castle corridors on horseback; I swear by my honor!
Hermit, I demand satisfaction.
Alive:
1. Morning
2. WhiteLizard
3. Gur
5. Luis
6. Reinhard
7. RiMpel2
8. Kitsu Kitsunka
9. Nebo
10. Gil4
11. Neyra Drake
12. Slonysh
13. Arandor
14. WishmasteR
15. Amko
16. Thorium
17. Zedzi
18. Xostor
19. Ta Kotoraya...
20. Werevolka
Dead:
4. Hermit