I woke up, but it wasn't morning. I saw someone sitting next to me on the bed. I got up and sat next to them. It was Fofo.

"Fofo... But... You're dead!" I said silently. How could this be happening?  I thought that when we died we'd go back to real life!

"Chris, I don't have much time. As the Medium, I can discuss with someone alive for one night only, so listen. I believe that Irene is the Survivor, and Elina is the Witch. Nick is the Mafioso. That's what Manos said, he asked Irene her role. Please... Make it to the end." She said, as I watched her disappear into thin air. She thought I was the Serial Killer?! "Wait!" I yelled but it was too late. Morning was here, and I had to wake up.

I got up from the bed and went to the hallway. Nobody was up yet, so I just sat on the floor waiting. I saw Nick exit his room and went up to him. "Hey Nick, what now?" I asked silently.

He didn't have time to answer, as both Elina and Irene entered the small hallway. "Good morning," Elina said, yawning. "Nobody died?" Irene asked. It's true, nobody did attack. But Irene lied about her identity, so she must be lynched. That's not a question, it's a fact. I whispered to Nick, "Hey Nick; let's lynch Irene today, she told Manos, who told Fofo who told me that she's the Survivor which is a total lie."

"Sure. Also, I'm sorry about yesterday, I seriously thought-"

"Don't fret. Let's just end this."

The bell rang as it signaled us to our chairs. Only two votes were needed to lynch today.

"I vote Irene." I said.

"I vote her too." Nick said.

"Well, I guess you got the win that you wanted then," Irene mumbled as she walked to the noose. She placed her neck on it and waited, until the familiar floor collapsed once again, choking her to death.

"Irene has died. Her role was Witch. There was no will to be found."

Oh, no... Irene was the Witch? Will I have to pick between two good friends of mine, the Serial Killer and the Mafioso? It's all on me now, isn't it? I went to my room and put on a vest.

Next morning, after removing my shot vest, I'm already outside my room. I see Nick and Elina standing outside. "What are your roles?" I asked them, expecting an honest answer this time. "I'm the Mafioso," Nick said. "Serial Killer," Elina mumbled. "You're going to have to pick between one of us..."

Fofo got it all wrong...

"Who will you pick, Survivor? An armed thief, or a sick murderer?"