Thread:Rocketlauncher22/@comment-29711200-20160922031821/@comment-27575896-20161102173712

She sighed. Not because of sadness, she had no family. She sighed because nobody listened to her. The Doctor didn't visit her, the Lookout hated her, and the Mayor wanted her dead! The only one who trusted her was the Sheriff. He knew she was innocent. He knew she could kill the Mafia or the annoying Jester any moment. So she sighed on the fact of being lynched. That was why she was in this brig, this empty bucket and stone wall room. She told the Jailor she would shoot a suspect of his, him being too shy to say it out in fear of death. Night came. She loaded her pistol, filling it with the four bullets she had. One for special reasons. She arrived at the house, her head steaming with anger that wasn't natural. She aimed.

The bullet bounced off the knife, shooting towards a wall. It was true. He was the deadly Serial Killer of the town. He looked at her, grinning with the usual devilish look they all had. She walked away, scribbling info in the little paper in her pocket. Day came. She announced her "immune" findings. He was lynched. She slept fine, knowing that the Town would be fine with her, and that she was fully innocent, never scared of the Mafia's present the next night.