All day no one has seen the sun, hidden behind the thick cloud of snow, yet everyone knew the sun was going down. The conversation flow was going faster and faster as everyone wanted to eliminate the threat of the mafia before the night would come. Accusations jumped from people to people, and finally landed on TheCrown.
Everyone was having a hard time moving, being half frozen by the cold. You move toward TheCrown and grab him. Even though he kept saying he was a good guy, there was no time left and you had to try something. Besides, with his disappearance and accusations, he was quite suspect. You take him to the hanging tree in the town square with everyone following right behind you.
The tree was covered in snow, such a beautiful and deadly sight, to see this dark brown tree with a layer of pure white snow on top of it, and a hanging rope still attached, all of this behind this tick falling snow which makes it impossible to see anything behind the tree.
You put TheCrown's head in the rope. Unsure of this decision you ask the rest of the town. You hear more yes than no. With this in mind you can honestly say it was a group decision and kick the chair.
The rope was a bit frozen and the weight of TheCrown was not enough to make the knot slide as fast as it should. The rope strangles TheCrown but doesn't break his neck as usual. He moves around, kick in all directions. His face slowly turns blue. He is in agony for over 2 minutes. Everyone is traumatized by the horror and just can't look away. This was no clean kill, this was torture. He finally stops moving.
After passing the head in the neck, there was no way you were going to be the one picking his pockets. No one moved for at least 2 more minutes. Finally someone goes to him, without saying a word, and search his pockets. After looking at his stuff, everyone knew who TheCrown was.
TheCrown has been lynched - regular townie
This was not deserved and could have been avoided if the mafia was found by now. You look around, everyone was looking down, not proud of what just happened. It was time to go home and hope to live until morning came. But then you realized that not everyone was present at the hanging. You go by to doughnut place to add to your count, there is still 1 person not accounted for. Everyone split up and search for the missing.
The day was going out and the air was freezing. You walk very slowly, yet it is the fastest you can. The snow is over your knees in some areas. You try to keep in the middle of the streets as the snow tends to amass where obstacles are in the way.
You hear a faint noise. It sounded like an explosion, maybe a tire burst, but more likely a gunshot. You run in the direction the sound came from. At an intersection you completely lose track of your surroundings, you can't even see the houses surrounding the corners. You keep moving forward in the sound's direction.
There, in the middle of the road, you see something. It's the missing person, lying on the ground. You run to him hoping he did not succumb to hypothermia. He was lying face down in the snow. You turn him around, but then you notice that it's not the missing one, it is in fact Mithridaties. He has been shot and is now dead. The snow tracks of his assailant are still visible. You pick his wallet and move on. Unarmed, you have no idea what you will do once you reach the killer.
After walking another 2 streets, you finally see someone hidden behind the tick cloak of snow. He is sitting on the ground his back against a car, already covered with a thin layer of snow, with a gun in his hand. His face is blue, he looks exhausted. He is not breathing, this was his last kill. You take his wallet and meet up with the others to call the search off.
Mithridaties was killed by gunshot - regular townie
Akamiro has froze to death - mafia goon
The day was already out, it was night time, and everyone was out of their homes. As a security measure, everyone walked home with a partner, choosing the one living closest to his own house. It was now clear that being alone was no longer an option, with the snow being the perfect cover for killers. The death of Akamiro was a strike of luck, but there was still work to do in the morning. Time to get warm and recover.