It's the fourth chapter already.I didn't expect you guys to hit the third chapter without talking to Sakaki even once.
Well CLEARLY the fuck is IN on the whole thing from beginning. Of each day.F - time to loot this place, when we get out we will be rich. I am sure Shin can find right place with girls in need of nurse uniforms for cosplay or send them to maid. The plan is foolproof.
I dont think that telling about sick leave now is good idea. Better first make him admit he was here whole time and later corner him with note or something. Dunno what we wish to gain from this.
Well I could also say that, you know, he was acting.And that is why he was so scared when Okuyama went missing. Clearly, she is in cahoots! You are onto them!
Where the hell has the character list gone?
Sakimura and Uehara, thankfully, make no mention of the suspicious state they found you in – your introduction is awkward but brief. Besides them, there are nine others here.
Kayano Rina, an everyday office lady.
Sakaki Okitsu, folklorist and author.
Maeda Nami, a fiery beauty radiating disdain for everyone else.
Taketatsu Kouichi, a software developer and entrepreneur.
Sawada Junichi, a minor celebrity who insists that he be referred to as ‘Juni-S’
Okuyama Midori, a trainee nurse at the hospital.
Tokigawa Kou, a trainee doctor at the hospital, and the one who called the meeting.
Mori Akiyama, a gruff, middle-aged man who seems fairly reticent about his background.
Amanozaki Touko, a very weird and eccentric fortune-teller.
He is the runner up for the 'who do you trust the most' question in the meta-world. Surely we feel he is worthy of trust on an instictual level!Why would any guy, meek or not, go up to middle-aged guy and say "Would you like to elope with me?"
But we do have balls to accuse a guy in front of all the others, possibly incurring his wrath or making a fool of ourselves when he comes up with a credible explanation. Seems legit.
The question is with who we spend this session. Some people must pay for such scenarios.We'll just mumble, fumble, make oursleves look like an arse and mildly suspicious, all teeing it up for another session in a dark room shackled to the floor.