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10th June 6.50 p.m.
Well, so far the last impostor, if there is one, has not shown his face. I guess there isn’t another of them, then.
So why do I feel like something bad’s about to happen?
We just had dinner. Black was chatting to Cyan. I was half-listening, only catching
But White was silent and looked worried… Then again, I suppose it’s gnawing at all of us, this sense of foreboding that we may not make it home alive.
I wonder what White’s up to? I wanted to talk to him, but he went to his room immediately after dinner.
11th June 8.00 a.m
All has been quiet. Maybe this is really finished. Still no luck from White, though. He seems sus of me. Meanwhile, Black is showing none of his earlier attitude, being extremely friendly to anyone. Why the sudden character change? Is he the last impostor? Sus…
White- Acting weird
Black- A bit too friendly… Kind of sus
Cyan- Normal, but still sus?
So everyone’s sus! That doesn’t help…
11th June 9.37 a.m.
White is dead. We found him in Medbay. It seems that all three rooms where stealth kills took place are linked by vents. Who can it be? I, for one, have no idea. An emergency meeting was called. Cyan and Black voted for each other. I was torn. Kill my friend, or my captain? I skipped.
11th June 11.19 a.m.
I think we’re all avoiding each other. While that might be the best to do, we just can’t trust each other. If one crewmate dies, the imposter wins. It’ll only be a matter of time before the remaining one gets hunted down and falls.
I don’t know what to do.
Maybe I should try to review my log, try to find something, anything, that could help me.
11th June 2.03 p.m.
I know who it is.
Black and Cyan were both up the day Red was killed. At first, since I didn’t know what Black was doing and thought Cyan was in Navigation. So, Black would be more sus, right? But, as I just realised I stated in this very journal, the navigation system runs itself, so there was no need to be there.
Plus, both indicted an imposter in some way, with Black accusing Orange and Cyan breaking Blue.
So they would both have an equal chance of being an imposter, right?
So I thought.
Both seemed to have nothing particularly for or against them.
But who could make sure Blue was in charge of collecting lava?
Who could be so proficient in psychology that they could manipulate all of us and no one would notice?
Who would plant the idea that a vent had been used in the first kill?
Who stayed neutral during meetings, so as not to show any bias towards a specific side?
Who was it that purposely pretended to wind up their fellow imposter?
Who would it be that was consulted for almost everything, that they only messed up when they weren’t?
I need to find Black.
11th June 2.34 p.m.
I don’t have much time.
I was walking along the corridor towards the engines when I heard a swish, and a cry. I ran towards the sound to investigate, and saw Black lying on the floor, his torso splattered with blood. Then I ran.
I know I don’t have much time before Cyan gets me. My hope is that this diary will somehow reach the authorities and they will be able to take care of Cyan. It is a futile hope, but one can dream.
I can hear his keycard swiping at the door.
Took a while to find me, at least.
There’s nothing I can do. It’s hopeless. But I accept my death, just like I had to accept the death of the others. I suppose it’s all inevitable in the end.
I just ask, if anyone finds and reads this, this tale of bloodshed and despair, this tale of small joys yet big shadows, remember them.
Remember me.
13th June.
My name is Black, and I am alive.