[center]The third morning of the motive comes onto the came like any other, the sun shining bright onto the camp. Some of the campers lay awake as the sun rises and the minutes tick closer to the morning alarm, kept up by paranoia or anxiety. Some sleep to the last minute, their minds as at ease enough to sleep.

As the morning announcement rings through the camp, one student wakes up in a groggy haze. It isn’t long before they begin to notice something’s off. Maybe it’s the fact their partner has yet to move, or maybe they notice the scent of blood in the air. Regardless, it’s at this moment that Snow turns to see herself handcuffed to the corpse of Fukuda Naomi, her neck sliced open. Snow scream, audiable to everyone in the nearby cabins.[/center]