I hate when dying people talk about useless nonsense instead of important information.
Well. That was quick.
Why is there a maze here?
And here’s the new motive. Perfect.
There’s nothing suspicious about this space. Nope.
You have to admit, that execution was smooth as butter.
So, if a tree falls in the woods…
And so we begin to unravel the mystery…
Another trial, another farce of justice.
We were safe for all of what? Six seconds?
That was just brutal.
So, who else doesn’t like Nightingale?
Man, even TVs are creepy in this game.
And now we explore!
Not a lot of love at Lover’s Peak.
That death sequence is highly ironic.
It’s not so terrifying when it’s sunny. Go figure.
Class trials suck.
This manuscript is awesome.
And so it begins…
I guess I need to invest in a good flashlight.
Stop saying you’re psychic!
Because that doesn’t look ominous as all hell.