idolpro | ☆ZRAEL

[ You spill out of the elevator into the dining room— the elevator is gone when you look back.

A wall of incandescent lights burn against one wall, the other three nothing but mirrors set into steel frames like windows— all of them opening to reveal booze behind them. There's no banquet table, but smaller tables and champagne cube, each with leather chairs with leather cuffs and chains at the feet and wrists clustered around in groups of three to five. Red curtains drop down from the ceiling, ready to be pulled around to create a small intimate private setting. None of the tables are laid with food— at least, not much of it. This one has a spread that's more than half rocks and jewelry, a few pieces of chocolate scattered throughout, this one has a chunk of raw meat, three slices carefully carved, then the main mass stabbed through with nine knives and two forks.

This is another chance, isn’t it? Yes, a second chance. A third chance. A fourth? A fifth? You want to speak words of love, but something bubbles in your throat.

A holy symbol hangs from a hook near the exit.

A readout on your phone tells you the rules and displays the sanity goal (explore rooms) and your traitor goal (ROMANCE MURDER) as well as the item that you've been given (holy item). It looks like nothing is stopping you from committing the traitor goal even while you're sane, if you wish to.

There is one exit: North. ]