☆ZRAEL

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[ 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. ]

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Amy's Sanity Break

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[ With that last blow of damage, everything snaps sharply into focus.


That corner of your mind that you weren't touching before, because it wasn't yours, not something of you is no longer held back. You can't be you right now-- you're in too much pain, too much agony. And this thing is clear. Vengeance is sharp and sure, and it tells you the story and what you need to do next:

[You were in love. Or at the very least, you thought you were. And then you were in love again, and again with another love. You thought nothing of it until the first girl you left at altar killed herself, and left you a letter, spilling her hatred out of with ink on paper like she did blood from her wrists.


You keep the letter on you, now. You were never in love, you never could have been, comparing yourself to her words. Her descriptions of her happiness, her descriptions of her hopes and hatred— all of it was foreign, all of it beyond you. And so, you read it over and over again, her words like an incantation, ensorcelling you.


You are only human. Who are you to not be moved by such a heartfelt plea? The gap in your heart aches, and you recognize your love was only hedonism and dalliances. How could you compare yourself to this mountain of hurt, this mountain of heartfelt poison? How could you deny her hopes? You're helpless to her wishes, weak at the knees and heady at the thought of the murder she can't commit herself, even if you don't understand it.


So you'll make her pain yours. You weren't true, but you can fix your mistakes. You'll love the right way this time, a kiss at the altar, and follow the words true: til death do us part. You won't leave another girl. You'll stay true until you bring her the end she looked for, an end writ in blood and fate sealed as you promised on your wedding night.


The next girl, though, she takes a knife to your throat the second she sees the gun, screaming bloody murder. Was this the one for you? You can't tell now. You wish you knew.]

Sanity break effects: you may continue to play your character as mostly their normal self, but in pursuit of this goal, through whatever justification you prefer.


You may also play it with the vengeful spirit's personality overlaid on your character to some degree: if you choose to play with this, your character may become obsessed with the idea of love, and conflating love and death as one and the same. They may think that love isn't just shallow enjoyment of another's company, but the true test of love is that if they'll take it to the grave or not. They may want to impart it upon others, or maybe they'll want to affirm the feelings they are feeling are truly love by seeing what they feel after their "sweetheart" dies. If they can't stop thinking about it, then it's real. All of these aspects are optional, and may be individually played up or toned down to whatever degree would be fun for you, so long as they ultimately motivate your character to pursue the traitor goal.


Traitors are aware of the full layout of the house, which can be found here. ]