”ENOUGH!!!”
The roar of a giant fills the room, silencing everyone at the table as the tension finally breaks with the leader’s outburst. No one dares to speak.
Indigo’s words are clear as day, “There IS a Crewmate in this room, and I WILL find them!” He cools off with a growl, “Green, you have done well thus far, but we cannot keep cycling through groups. We are THIS close. Now stop stalling and tell us who the last Crewmate is!”
The one he is addressing, a green fellow with a yellow Mini following them around, nervously glances around the room. Their focus darts from face to face, until eventually landing on one. Their finger points to someone.
You.
“Th-There. Them. That’s the last Crewmate…”
Dread washes over you. Every Imposter in the room is looking at you, including Indigo. Depending on your response, you’ll either live to see another day or be thrown to the rabid Imposters, no matter how true Green’s accusation is. It’s time to speak up.