The hour of the trial was upon them. Evidence was collected and less than three hours remained before they arrived at the final stop: Sapporo Station. Less than three hours to catch the killer and solve the mystery.
The luxurious dining car of the train had been transformed into an impromptu courtroom. Tables were pushed aside, making room for makeshift seating. The players gathered around, some sitting and some standing, forming a semi-circle as the bar counter served as the jury's bench.
A jury, mind you, consisting of tanukis. Danzaburou the conductor, Momoji the brakemen, Kintaro the bartender, and Haruka the chef, porter, and cart mover.
William sat between Sun-young and John. Tensions were high.
"They sure are taking their sweet time," said Leon, his arms in a cross as he stretched. "Can't we get started without them?"
