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☆ WEEK TWO ( TRIAL - DAY ONE )
Trial Day #1
Saturday, Week 2

Victim
Suspects
Rise and shine, sleepyheads. At exactly 8 AM, characters will be automatically teleported to a place rather familiar to them. In fact, it seems that they were sent home! Congratulations, everyone, you've made it to the Good End-- for like, ten minutes, before they're immediately, once again, whisked away to the familiar courtrooms of last week, a world similar to the one they see in their magical phones. Soon enough, Fav, floating in front of a ginormous tree speaks up, grinning.
"April Fool's, pon~!" Because of course it would be a joke to actually send people home. "Don't worry, that joke doesn't cost any mana, so you don't have to worry about the mana drain, pon. As our apology, we'd like to offer you something else in return, pon."
And that offering is a pie in everyone's faces, no exception. "Anyway, jokes aside, today's trial is for the murder of Eliza Owens, otherwise known as Mystic Mirage, pon. You will have a break for dinner and sleep and then the trial will continue tomorrow morning! If you have any questions in regards to this trial, please feel free to let me know, and I'll try to answer it to the best of my abilities, pon! Of course, you're not allowed to ask me who the culprit is, because that would be unfair. So make sure to find the culprit and execute them properly, pon! You wouldn't want to kill an innocent person, would you?"
And now, on their magical phones, characters will finally be able to find the autopsy report as the discussion begins. At 8 PM, everyone will be dismissed to have dinner and go back to their rooms.
17 REMAIN
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[Here Zange, she'll let you take the letter to read for yourself.]
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How do we know this letter is legitimate?
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Maybe... if we write a letter back, we should ask a question that only the dead would be able to answer?
[Who knew one of the three well enough to think of something personal that they might have mentioned before dying?]
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[Don't mind the interruption, he's just trying to wrap his head around how messed up this is.]