A/N: Hey everyone, sorry for the wait. I happened to be very busy lately, but I finally managed to get a chapter in. Hell—everything seems like it's at it's climax, right? A lot of our beloved characters are dying quickly, it almost seems like everyone has completely contrasted their vague beliefs from the beginning of the story, quite odd, isn't it?

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     Sherwood's POV

     It's almost like I was in a dream, something completely surreal. Something I never would ever imagine Inu—no, anyone would ever do. By just looking, anyone could easily tell it was a suicide

     The crimson red blood dripped quickly on the soft carpet as I could lightly hear the suffering Infernape's gasps. A door slammed from upstairs, seemingly from the other Pokemon. With another gasp from behind me, I heard Leon's voice echo into the horrifying room.

     "Inu!?" The Lucario's voice trailed off lightly—only to be interrupted by the voice of the shocked Eevee.

     "I-Inu..." Even Grace began to sound like a broken record as she kept repeating the same vague words over and over again.

     Seemingly with all her might, Inu's fingers weakly shifted to point to my left from some unknown reason.

     "Inu, I'm so sorry this had to happen to you." I softly sobbed to the Infernape, her eyelids weakly shut, and with one last exhale—her fingers limped on the mattress. With about a minute of suffering, Inu the Infernape had died.

     **Ding dong, dong ding!**

     "HAH! A body has been discovered! You have one hour until the trial begins! Get investigating!" Sam called violently into the intercom, it's obvious she is enjoying this.

     "H-How is the trial going to play into this? S-She killed herself, right?" Grace stammered from behind me as I wiped a tear from my cheek.

     "I-I don't know, G-Grace. I really don't." My heart shattered at the sight of the lifeless body in front of me. Someone who was alive hours ago, and someone who I had miraculously shared laughs within this torturous mansion...

      ...is now lifeless and lying dead in front of me...

     The smell of blood stuck near my nostrils as I glared around the room for evidence. At that point, I had run out of motivation—if anything, the will to even stand up.

     Nothing could compare the utter pain I felt in my heart, and as I heard the footsteps of more Pokemon stomping carelessly through the halls, their cries were heard muffling the eery, stagnating air in the room. With a hole in my heart, I explored the room—checking every single piece of material. As unmotivated as I currently am, it still won't stop me from finding the murderer. The murderer of Inu the Infernape...

     With a small step near the closet door, I attempted to open it—a small click echoing softly around the room. The door seemed to be locked by the inside somehow. I groaned in annoyance, partially ignoring the closet door for now—turning hastily to a cabinet. A quick turn and click occurred from the bottom portion once more as the wood slung outward. A soft gasp from behind me was heard as a knife rolled by the slab. A completely clean knife—devoid of any pigmentation or fluids stood directly below me inside the cabinet.

     "Wait...if the knife is here, t-then how did Inu die?" Leon stammered quietly behind me. There seemed to be something wrong with this, it seemed like a suicide at first. With a very heavy sigh—I approached the corpse.

     "I'm sorry, Inu," I called out into the air before placing the knuckles of my palm onto my chest. I gazed at the crimson sight directly in front of me, and with someone weeping loudly in the background, I curled my arm under Inu's stomach and softly flipped the Infernape on her back. The wretched sight was horrible, but manageable at the time. There seemed to be nothing lodged in the slashed throat of Inu at the moment, but noticing carefully, I glared directly at the three intricate lines. 

     The exact form of what would seem to be claw marks. I took mental notes on this before gazing around.

     "Inu pointed to the closet before she passed away..." Grace's comment paused the silence in the room.

     "Yeah...I can't enter; the door is locked." I replied hastily before trudging away from the corpse and outside of the room. Dodging the distraught people out of the wretched area, I finally began to breathe air that was not blood—the sight was still locked into my memory, however.

     With a slight hurry in my step, I turned to glare at Leon.

     "Do me a favor, jackal. Bang on the door as loud as you can for me." The idea struck my head as Leon quickly nodded to my request. Hastily, I sped up the stairs to listen.

     I awaited the moment for a vibration—no, any little disturbance in the air, and once it came—it couldn't be mistaken. I chased the sound, only for it to lead to a room I have never seen. Vince's room door stood directly in front of me, and the sound the Lucario was requested to make soon followed after. I shook my head and turned the knob to enter the room.

     With quick notice, I glared at the closet door, I couldn't have been mistaken. My slow, but careful, trudge soon led me to the wooden frame—and as the sound grew louder...I turned the knob.

     I was met with a large flight of stairs, unlike any other. My heart froze—this area was completely new to me, could this have been a secret area...an escape? My mind lurked with anxiety as my legs moved by themselves.

     For some reason, the sounds grew louder as the next obstacle I was met with was another wooden door. And as I quickly turned the knob to 'escape'...

     I was met with the same wretched smell and sight of the corpse. Leon stood ahead of me in concern.

     "A secret stairway?" One comment filled the air and echoed through the room devoid of importance behind me.

     Or so I thought...

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      Inu's POV

     Never expected one of the main characters to die, right?

     Well, that's just one of the funny things about this 'wink game'.

     You never know what is going to happen ever so suddenly.

     Anyone can die, this is an example of my proof.

     They will all pay for what they have done to me in the past.

     ...

     I have said too much...but enough.

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     𝘓𝘰𝘬𝘪'𝘴 𝘗𝘖𝘝

     I had an idea—is all I can say to summarize for what I am planning. A stern glare at the Weavile is all I'm given before Laker spoke out.

     "So you're blaming this murder on me?" A smirk was written on his face. "You're delusional." Another unusual comment, causing me to shake my head in disagreement.

     "I'm not blaming you entirely, but I know you have something to do with this—you don't look quite surprised at all," my comment seemed to have struck something into him—and with a flick of his claw, he sighed.

     "It's my claws, isn't it?"