Limbo.
An expanse. A perfectly flat floor with no markings, made of a solid, alien material. It stretches as far as the eye can see, and further, blending into the walls. Were there walls? There was no way to tell -- anyone wondering in that direction would find themselves going around in circles, no matter how straight their walk was. Everything was a light shade of grey, not quite dark enough to be oppressive, but not light enough to feel bright. There seemed to be no light source, yet everything was clear to see, without shadow. There was truly nowhere to hide.
In the centre, the only landmark in the nothingness, was an old-fashioned ballot box. It was the same grey as the walls, and made from the same strange substance as the floor. A single slot stretched across the top, just wide and long enough to fit the heavy card that lay next to it. The card itself had brief instructions, and six boxes with a name written by each. A pencil was attached to the box, a pencil that would only work on the voting card that would decide the fate of six unfortunate teenagers.
The six names were ordered alphabetically. Matthew Arkwright. Catherine Baker. Stephen Blackwood. Christi Madone. Leila Anna Scott-Smith. Isamune Takata. Five of those were murdered. One was the murderer.
The instructions read in the language of the reader, and were clear and to the point.
Select with a mark of any kind the name of who is believed to be the murderer. This person shall descend to their judgement, and their victims will pass in peace.
Choose well.[/colour]
An expanse. A perfectly flat floor with no markings, made of a solid, alien material. It stretches as far as the eye can see, and further, blending into the walls. Were there walls? There was no way to tell -- anyone wondering in that direction would find themselves going around in circles, no matter how straight their walk was. Everything was a light shade of grey, not quite dark enough to be oppressive, but not light enough to feel bright. There seemed to be no light source, yet everything was clear to see, without shadow. There was truly nowhere to hide.
In the centre, the only landmark in the nothingness, was an old-fashioned ballot box. It was the same grey as the walls, and made from the same strange substance as the floor. A single slot stretched across the top, just wide and long enough to fit the heavy card that lay next to it. The card itself had brief instructions, and six boxes with a name written by each. A pencil was attached to the box, a pencil that would only work on the voting card that would decide the fate of six unfortunate teenagers.
The six names were ordered alphabetically. Matthew Arkwright. Catherine Baker. Stephen Blackwood. Christi Madone. Leila Anna Scott-Smith. Isamune Takata. Five of those were murdered. One was the murderer.
The instructions read in the language of the reader, and were clear and to the point.
Select with a mark of any kind the name of who is believed to be the murderer. This person shall descend to their judgement, and their victims will pass in peace.
Choose well.[/colour]