The drama took place in a mansion on a private island. It was dark and stormy. An old man in a suit was looking out of his office window when the sound of the door sounded.
[Hm, so no more sneaky stuff, huh? You finally came for my life.]
The thunder rumbled one last time, drowning out the loud sound of the drama that had just occurred. A slight leap in time seems necessary to understand the horror that had just happened.
<2:31 p.m., 8 hours before the tragedy.>
A luxury yacht on a lake, carrying passengers. The weather was calm, slightly cloudy, the passengers engaged in various activities: sunbathing, volleyball, walking, etc.
Among them, sitting on a deckchair and silently staring at a group of young girls, a man with a mysterious mustache full of mystery. A body neither too muscular nor too thin, just in between and a monocle that seemed to be the 5th wheel of the car on his body. At his side, a traditional, family, 3rd member of the family: a half-empty bottle of water. No glass at his disposal this time. A pretty young girl with bewitching shapes imaginable through her one-piece swimsuit and with blue hair tied in pigtails joins him.
[Your job is to stalk MC, not BBW.]
[Oh that's not the one I'm looking at... Huh?! When did you?!]
[Always shut down when you do something outrageous, that's for sure. But Mr. Luc, I believe there is a 10-year age difference between you and them.]
[First, I wasn't looking at them... Not the... Muscular girl, I mean, and second, you dare to assume I'm old.]
[Let me guess: are you looking at their hearts? As is common.]
[Hmm! What? Sounds like you know a lot, for someone the boys don't look at.]
[Oh they do, every time I choose the "spicy mode". But I'm sure you will too.]
[... I already told you that I have to act a certain way in front of an MC but... If they are all men... I can't help it! Stop stigmatizing me!]
[Hmm? So you're saying if you suddenly call Marcia, he won't show up?]
[... Did you do something?]
The smugly girl was about to add something when a boy jumped off a nearby deckchair.
[Uurght... My sense of danger tickles me more than ever... And this time it's not the jealous boys!]
The orange-haired young man turned around and found himself face to face with the detective and the assistant.
[HIM!!?]
[YOU?!]
[There goes my bet.]
[SHE?]
[What's going on Marcy... THEM?!]
[PUELLA?!]
[THEY?!]
(Lying on a deckchair.)
[The only pronoun you're all gonna use is THEARS*, If you keep cackling.]
[Madam Officer?!]x4
[Herself.]
[AAAAAH!!!! I SWEAR I'M NOT AN MC!!!! AAaaah... Urgh... My PTSD...]
[Relax shrimp, I'm off duty now, your ass is safe today.]
They all sat together, around the Officer off duty who refused to sit down. It was the first time that they met since the basketball game.
[What a coincidence. I was a little sad to leave you all like that this day... But I wasn't brave enough for facing everyone afterward.]
[Don't worry, you don't look like someone brave enough to be a man anyway, no one noticed your disappearance.]
[Haha... Puella... Well, I noticed, and I was kind of relieved honestly.]
[...Thanks, Marcia, I really misjudged you. YOU are a good person and YOU alone Marcia is a role model for everyone. I'm so sorry for what I did to you MARCIA. Only YOU, MARCIA]
[... You won't call me Messiah, will you?]
They both laughed then coughed realizing the suspicious looks of the 2 girls who accompanied them.
[B-by the way, how is Cithara? I was afraid to ask.]
Puella and Marcia looked at each other for a moment and then Marcia answered.
[Well... You understand it's a little early... She was devastated the first few days and wanted to quit basketball, but lately, everyone has convinced her to keep playing, so it will always trigger the curse of Julian right?]
[It would be nice if she could at least see him from time to time... I mean everyone was kinda cheering for him, right? So something like PERMISSION TO VISIT AN INMATE IN PRISON shouldn't be a problem, right?]
She says this last part aloud as if to attract the attention of a remarkable lady, comfortably installed on her deckchair. She chuckled in reaction and answered just as loudly.
[LOL.]
[Lol?! Oi, you said yourself that he was different right? Why are you bothering here???]
[Listen here Puta...]
[PUELLA!]
[Good, another minority. So you see, maybe I was really nice to him last time... Looking back, I've never been so nice to a living being, but what does that have to do with the tomboy? Do you think I should do her a favor when I'm busy beating the main out of all characters? Why her and not the others? You should thank God, this guy is a broken car, he won't be put in a cell... yet.]
[You little... I thought you had some humanity in you but I overestimated you!]
[This sounds a lot like a YOU problem.]
As they argued, someone slowly walked towards them. Her shadow covered them and soon the detective exclaimed.
[By the mustache of my muzzle, you?!]
In front of them stood a beautiful girl in a purple 2-piece swimsuit, purple sunglasses, long white hair crossed with a large navy blue stripe, and a short-haired young blond man in orange swimming briefs, a suitcase in his hand.
She rearranged her hair and looked at the group smugly.
[Muzzle? Yes, that suits you very well.] She said.
[What are you doing here? I expected never to see you again.]
[You can't make that kind of wish and come on a luxury yacht. By the way, do you have time to chitchat? Go get me a drink instead.]
[The day I serve you a drink, I swear to eat my mustache. And for your information, I'm here as a guest and not as a waiter.]
The group looked at each other, curious about the identity of the young girl. The assistant enlightened the spirits.
[She's Mr. Luke's rival: Cyzarine Eris Olyazenko, aka MC's Grim Reaper, and like any self-respecting rival, especially in this kind of story, she is much better than him.]
[Assistant?!]
[Then do your job better , Mr. Defective. Oh and the boy with her is her assistant: Guy.]
[It's pronounced "GUI"...]
[Oh, don't be that guy.] She laughed proudly.
[... At least I have a name.]
[... I am...]
[Stop those noises! I, the Great, the Wonderful, and above all the Best MC Hunter in history, in the City and certainly in this yacht, hope to spend a pleasant day in this luxury. But the presence of this water bottle-killing machine pollutes my environment enormously.]
[You... How dare you?! Nobody called you here, vodka drinker!]
[Because I can afford it. What are you doing here anyway? Let me guess, you're looking for another MC, aren't you? it looks so much like you. Who is the target this time? The shrimp here?]
Everyone looked at Marcia out of reflex.
[Oh, I feel like this is going to become a running gag...]
[Well, unlike you, I've been really busy stalking MC for the past few days. I barely have time to enjoy the holidays you see]
[In my agency, I call it a "Skill issue". You? Stalking MCs? And how many did you caugh?]
[...The number doesn't matter.]
[Yeah and the parents love all their children equally. A little comparison scares you?]
[I-I'm not! You see... This week, for example, was very difficult for me. Let me tell you about the great adventure I lived with pride, in a long and ultra-detailed version. Blood flowed, tears flowed...]
[2? I'm sure it's 2.]
The detective looked at her in astonishment.
[... Eh ? Nooo.... Right, assistant? We... We caught a lot more than that. Tell them.]
[At least blink more subtly.]
[Ha! Why am I not surprised? Hey number 2, tell them how many we caught yesterday.]
The Young Man took a roll out of his suitcase and when he unfolded it, the list stretched to the ground, revealing a multitude of names inscribed on it. The detective looked on in despair and turned to his assistant who ignored him to avoid humiliation.
[Should I read this alphabetically or by time?]
[No, let it go, I think the message got through. It's important to assert your dominance from time to time.] She then began to laugh evilly before noticing the lying officer. She smiled and walked over to her.
[Oh? Now I'm curious, is this how you always appear from anywhere when I find an MC? I thought there was no time to rest in the brigade.]
[I swear, someone will really sleep if y'all keep testing me.]
[Okay, okay, the Great and Comprehensive Eris should allow you to rest... Considering how often I move you and your boys every day.]
She started laughing and pulled away when the officer put one leg on the ground.
The trip took place peacefully. While the 2 detectives were arguing...
[What kind of people talk about themselves in 3rd person?]
[People with power and money of course, O~hohoho.]
The 2 assistants were talking peacefully.
[So... Are you a panty enjoyer too?]
[...?!! It's a male swimsuit!]
And the 2 longtime friends were having a wonderful time.
[Can you pass me some Marcy sunscreen?]
[My heart says yes but my brain and the eyes of the other men who have been watching you for a while tell me that my life is in danger...]
(Among the men who looked at Marcia with hatred.)
[We're single and horny, he's right to fear us.]
Nothing could spoil this moment, as the group soon arrived at their destination: a private island. The passengers got off and followed a guide who led them past a bus where there was a charming maid with short blue hair and mischievous eyes. Her mere presence created a shock among the passengers as some men, especially in couples, struggled to get a better view. The blindingly beautiful young woman smiled and said in a haunting voice that seemed to pierce the mind:
[Welcome, dear guests. Oh! My apologies, filthy little rats.]
<3:27 p.m., 7 hours before the tragedy.>