It’s eerily silent in the Magic Box. It’s open for business, but no one seems interested in buying magical artifacts or ingredients today. The door’s closed, and some sunlight trickles in through the front window.
Oh, and there are fourteen bodies lying around the shop.
Some of them are splayed out on the floor, a few are leaning against the counter, one is even face down on a large, wooden table covered in books and orbs.
And then…
Abra655, Axxle, Captain_Frisk, cayvie, Cuzz, Eevee, Jimmmmm, Lekkit, raerae, Robz888, theorel, Watno, and Yuma wake up slowly, in fits and starts.
They all look around at each other. Bewildered looks grow on their faces as they try to sort out what’s happened, where this is, who they are. They squint, jerk away quickly when they realize there’s a complete stranger right next to them, sit huddled in corners eyeing each other warily.
Wait. Fourteen bodies?
One of the group screams in surprise—her hand had landed on something cold, and mushy. And then they saw him.
ashersky lay still, cold, and unnaturally white on the ground. They looked closer; there were two holes in his neck. His head and strikingly handsome face were bruised. His neck was broken. A chill went down their collective spines.
Now the wariness turned to outright fear and confusion. “Who am I?” is no longer the question on their lips, but “who are they, and who did that?” Muscles tense, fists clench, and the tension rises until…
“Guys? What’s happening? Don’t you remember me?” raerae said. “It’s me, Dawn? Dawn Summers, the Scooby Gang Innocent Child? Some of you are in the Scooby Gang too, but…I don’t know, I don’t think we were this big of a group.”
raerae shrugged. “We need to figure this out guys, and then we’ll be okay. I just know it, for some reason… If only we knew who you all were, even your names...guys, come on guys...oh, I wish someone was here to protect me. But I just don't recognize any of you. Don't you even know your own names?”
Not one of them spoke up. It was clear that whatever had put them here, whatever had rendered them unconscious, had also taken their memories. So fear and suspicion melded into grim determination. They would just have to “figure it out,” as Dawn had said, even though no one could remember anything about themselves, or anyone around them. But could they do it in time?
Day 1 has begun.
With 13 alive, it takes 7 to lynch.
Day 1 ends on Thursday, December 20, at 4:30 p.m. forum time.