Talk:Custom Stories/@comment-30987522-20170111065815

I have one for the Jailor :)

The chaos surrounding the Town of Salem was no secret to the rest of the world. One day, a stranger set foot into the town. Behind him, he carried a big sack. He received many strange glare from the townies. This was a dangerous place; definitely not a place for a newbie to be around. He can hear all of their gossiping as they lean into one and another's ears. No one dared to come to such a place like this. As the day time come, he walks out with the rest of the townies. No one had a clue who he was. They all thought he was a naive person. Little did the town know, he had studied everything about the Town of Salem. He knew what all the role can do and what they can't do. He learned all of the history up until this now. As he stays quiet and the town discussion went on, the Mayor was suddenly voted up to the stand to be lynched. "Everybody! I'm the Mayor!" He screamed. "Reveal then!" the town shouts back. The Mayor had no other choice but to reveal himself and hoped for a bodyguard. As the night was about to end and a few townies has already died these past few days, he knew he had to do something tonight. As all of the townies were getting ready to enter their house and seeing that everybody's back was turned, he swooped the closes target to him. The target has passed out for a few minutes before regaining conscience, finding themself in a weirdly unfamiliar place. The target's hand were tied up as they felt a heavy metal on their body. They were tied up to the chair; in the dark; by chains. They couldn't see anyone. It was until a dark figure appeared from behind. The face was hard to make out as a black mask dominates the interrogator's face.

"Who-who are you and why am I tied up?" The person asked in a panic.

"Who I am is not important," the interrogator's voice deepens, sending a chill to the victim.

"What's your role in this town?" He suddenly asked.

"What?" the victim's voice cracked.

The sound of a gun locked and loaded was suddenly heard. A second after, the interrogator had pointed a gun right at the victim's head. "Your role! Now! Or I will shoot!"

"Fine fine! I am Bodyguard. Please just don't do anything to me."

And with that, the Jailor put down his gun and disappeared into the darkness.

The day came and the victim found himself inside his own house, unharmed. As he walks out, the town had witnessed the Bodyguard's death and the following death of a fellow Mafioso.

The day was about to end and no clues were found. The Godfather thought he could go back to killing now; until he was mauled away by a familiar figure. Awaken in the same spot he was yesterday, he was met with the same person.

"So, Bodyguard huh?" The person loaded his gun. He didn't hesitate pointing it at the victim's head.

"Who are you and what right do you have to do this to me?"

As the night was about to end... the stranger took off his mask, revealing the noob who had entered the town just a few days ago.

"I am the Jailor." and with that, a gunshot was made that night; but not by the Mafia.