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[ The studio that all twenty participants had come to was no ordinary one.

It was a place that was secluded from the outside world, crafted specifically for these young minds to be on a sick, twisted reality-slash-game show.

Week after week, it tore at Akane's heart.

They'd offer up a motive. Some weeks, someone would succeed. They'd have a trial, figure out who the culprit is, and then the host would execute whoever was chosen, regardless of whether they were 'correct' or not.

But on weeks where they managed to prevent a murder, they'd play a game of sorts- many of them would be based off of other game shows that you'd see around, but would be more potentially deadly.

Everyone was split into four teams of five randomly, and each group had their own separate dorm area of sorts.

While Akane herself was not on the same team as Shirogane Miyuki... that didn't mean that they couldn't work together. In fact, he had saved her one week from an unfortunate fate. She felt indebted to him. There had to be some way that she could help him out.

She had heard from one of the other "contestants" that Shirogane's ideal girl was someone named Shinomiya Kaguya. That name was a bit familiar- or at least, the last name was. The Shinomiyas were a well known conglomerate that would sometimes invest in the entertainment business; she even heard from fellow members of Lalalie that if they could get that family interested in their theater company, they would truly be a success.

One of the rooms in the "house" they were living in during the duration of all of this was a library. It was stock full of all the information that she could possibly ask for.

And so...

She devoted her time to studying.

It didn't take her more than a day to figure out what this girl was like, and while she definitely had to fill in some holes that she couldn't find, but that was easy for her.

All she had to do was put it in practice. So she seeks him out after preparing herself--for once, she's glad there's a costuming room that she could use to replicate the look- something that she could possibly wear casually- a black dress with a bright red cardigan and tying her hair up with the 'usual' red ribbon- before seeking him. When she sees him, her eyes shut for a moment before she gets into character, speaking up with an air of confidence that she normally wouldn't have a tone that was befitting of someone who could only be described as upper class. ]

Ah, there you are. I've been looking for you for a while, president.

[ Her bright eyes shimmer, radiating something that, in spite of how in some ways she looks different enough from Kaguya for someone to tell the difference if they scrutinized hard enough, would be considered as deceptive.

Eyes that could make lies into truths. ]

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[ Shirogane had, for most of these weeks, attemoted to play his own role. The reliable Student Council President, outside of his school yet still able to be counted upon when he was needed.

Yet, it was starting to become more and more obvious that sheer dumb luck was getting him through some games, though when it came to trivia, he was nearly unmatched.

The week where a murder took place, Kurokawa Akane had taken center stage. Accused, framed, nearly wrongfully executed before a razor-thin observation presented itself to Shirogane, and he was able to turn the tables, clearing her name.

Later, he had yelled into his pillow so loudly that he was certain sound would still escape. After all, despite his bravado and quick thinking, it didn't shake the fact that he was terrified, that he was certain that he was going to be killed any day now.

Yet, he survived. Those he felt were more skilled and talented than he was, better suited to surviving these games, had died. While he could still put on an air of reliability, he was losing his grip fast, and he was finding it hard to keep up.

So much so, that when he hears a voice... it gets his entire body to freeze up. The voice itself, in unemulatable ways, wasn't the same. It was still, too close to comfort, with the same dry and superior tone that he remembered.

Shirogane hadn't gotten close yet, but... everything he saw, with details he couldn't tell right away if they were different or not, pointed to one name coming from his lips. ]

Shino...miya?

[ It was impossible. It had to be. As he stepped forward, he tried to focus a little harder on the details. ]

No, wait-- you can't be...

[ Just around midnight, Akane searches him out at his room, knocking on the door. ]

Shirogane-kun...? It's Akane.

[ She's acting like her normal self for the time being, if only so that he doesn't spook him. ]

[ The hour was drawing near. With the image of Kurokawa Akane, the near spitting image of Shinomiya Kaguya reflected against her, it was a clearcut reminder of what he needed to do.

There were pieces that needed to placed, roles that needed to be filled, and most importantly... he had to hope everything proceeded perfectly. It was something he had to come up with on short notice, but he could pull it off.

So when it got closer to midnight, Shirogane stayed put in his room. He wasn't needed for most of this, and he needed to be there for the last part of his plan to work.

As he waited for Kurokawa Akane. ]

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MIYUKI SHIROGANE'S LOSS