grimmoired | PROLOGUE : TRIAL

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PROLOGUE - WEEK 037 Narrators Remain ;

Wakey wakey, naughty murder children. It's a lovely Saturday, after all. Breakfast is served piping hot at its usual time and all of the evidence has been removed from the scenes of yesterday. No matter how you choose to spent your morning though, the clock will begin to chime the moment both hands reach the large, ornate twelve.

Before your eyes materializes a door...but not just any door. Unlike the door leading to the festival, this door sits primly and properly right in front of the foyer. Whether you exit the castle on your own or you feel a friendly, invisible push, you begin to walk under an arc of wisterias. Behind you, the clock continues to chime with every step you take.

By the time the time the clock strikes twelve, you've entered a beautiful garden. In front of you is a long table, 19 seats on each side. Around the garden are several glass cases containing evidence collected yesterday. As noon intensifies on the sun-shaped clock, you'll find Dragon at the head of the table, a glass-covered rose near her right hand.

Tick tock, Narrators. You have nine hours to deliberate.

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I'm wondering if it's just a part of the magic - but I can say that at least when I went to test the chamber door to make sure it was locked, there was a burning sensation in my hands like when they were locked up tight the first few nights.

I couldn't have left even if I wanted to.

So some type of magic got you out of that room.

[Hnn.]

Might be tied to Sharpay-chan. She was on one of those chosen tapestries, so I wonder if that means she was forced to leave the room, and you were brought along for the ride...