It seems to be a page from a diary, given the smudged date at the head of the crumpled paper. The contents, however, seemed slightly disturbing.

Second day at the manor, now. I've done some exploring in the lands that the host owns, and I'm really surprised by how huge the entire place is. The forest, the church, a factory, and even a small village by the sea! The host sure is rich.

Turning the paper over, you find another entry. This entry seems to be from a couple days after the previous entry.

The Games begin today... I'm quite nervous, and so are my friends. Yeah! I made friends out of the other many people here!

There was a white space, and then some more writing, but the writing seemed frantic.

In The Games now...
Heartbeat. He's here...

NO! NO! NO!

It was all a lie. A trap... We'd been lured here...

The rest of the paper was smudged beyond recognition with a couple of splatters of unidentifiable liquid.

I frown and copy the papers contents into my notebook then put both back iny bag. game? I remember the letter didn't it mention something about a game? Whatever happend here wasn't good I look for any more clues, dried blood, ripped clothing, anything.

Your check again yields nothing. It's night by now, and the only light comes from your dim headlights as you enter the forest. After quite some time you come to a place where a smaller road diverges off of the main road.

Your search is fruitless for the things you were looking for. However, you do find something that didn't seem to be there when you first came into the room; on the full body mirror leaning against the wall next to the fireplace, there seems to be a medical diagnosis slip lodged between it and the wall. When you take the slip out and read it, it surprises you quite a bit.

Name: Shuri
Age: 20
Gender: F
Diagnosed with: Dissociative Identity Disorder (DID)
Notes on behavior and symptoms: Switching of identities at random, amnesia of times in different identities, claims to have blacked out when other identities took over, things learnt in different identities seem to prevail in implicit memory.
Identities appear harmless at least and murderous and destructive at most.

Veeeeery late interest ping?

Name: Tantei
Age: 17
Gender:Male
Image/Description:

Personality: Quiet, oddball, timid, never straight forward, easily sidetracked, hates noise, but despite all this he is quite outgoing at times and loves an adventure and he is also observative. He blends into the background easily, most forgets that he's there. He doesn't see the light.
Strengths: Quick thinker, deciphers well, and can blend in
Weaknesses: easily forgets, too curious for their own good, easily forgotten
Likes: Books, animals, anything interesting
Dislikes: Busy scenes, doing nothing, bad manners
Fears: He isn't good enough, messing up, and fear of falling asleep
Other: great at deciphering

Meitantei-kun!!
(Is that... Conan/Shinichi!?)
Anyways, everything looks good, just please read the rules :)

Your search is fruitless for the things you were looking for. However, you do find something that didn't seem to be there when you first came into the room; on the full body mirror leaning against the wall next to the fireplace, there seems to be a medical diagnosis slip lodged between it and the wall. When you take the slip out and read it, it surprises you quite a bit.

Name: Shuri
Age: 20
Gender: F
Diagnosed with: Dissociative Identity Disorder (DID)
Notes on behavior and symptoms: Switching of identities at random, amnesia of times in different identities, claims to have blacked out when other identities took over, things learnt in different identities seem to prevail in implicit memory.
Identities appear harmless at least and murderous and destructive at most.

I look at it in shock, this could explain my blackouts, i think back to any recent murders had i done any of those? I could not believe I had split personalities. I needed to get out of the room and figure out what was going on. I tried to open the door.

Unfortunately, the door seemed to be locked. Or, at least, it wouldn't open. But as you looked back into the room you found the mirror was doing something quite interesting; it seemed to be cracking all on its own. In the mirror, you could see many of you... And some of you looked bloody, some looked back at you with a crazed smile, others looked at you with dull eyes. One of them beckoned you closer.

Not to be rude, but rather out of curiosity, how long until you start in this RPG? I've noticed you're quite active in some others.

Link: https://www.sylestia.com/forums/?thread=63895&page=14#132 Author: Aphelion Time Posted: 7/23/2018 at 3:52 AM Your check again yields nothing. It's night by now, and the only light comes from your dim headlights as you enter the forest. After quite some time you come to a place where a smaller road diverges off of the main road.

Check for a street sign to make sure I don't drive the wrong way