[How’s everyone doing on this day? Enjoying the ball? Making friends with some politicians? Good. Be happy that your day is going much, much better than Akira’s.

Akira saunters into the ballroom casually late and spends a bit of time chatting up the big boys before moving on to dancing and mingling with friends. Rather, dancing and mingling was the plan. Akira doesn’t quite make it that far.

Hopefully you aren’t holding a drink when Akira stumbles into you, his apology delayed and his vision swimming, but he’ll insist that he’s fine. Don’t worry about him! He just needs some fresh air. But before he can get as far as the door, Akira collapses face first onto the ballroom floor.

He’s pale, hands shaking as he frees one from beneath his weight to write out something in what appears to be blood. He doesn’t get to finish his scrawl before his body ceases to move and his head lolls onto the tile, motionless. Akira Kurusu is dead.]

( Akira’s lifeless (?) body will be carted away by the staff quickly enough, so if you want to investigate the crime scene, feel free! I’ll be responding to investigation questions from his account. HAVE FUN )