[System]: Your role is Impostor.

Crap, this damn system gave you a role that you had to get your hands dirty again. You checked the status window, there were some impostors, but what so good about that? Impostors would kill each other anyway, of course to monopolise the prize. Maybe they would ask to team up but it wasn't so rare that they would end up betraying each other. You took some weapons and other equipments that the system told you to choose. You sighed in tiredness, just finished hiding those equipments neatly under your clothes when someone's voice startled you. "Oh, what happens? Looks like you've gone to a lot of trouble just by standing and arranging your stuff. I wonder why is that?" When you turned around, there's Scaramouche leaning against the wall. Now you wonder how long he's been there since he didn't make any sounds, or it because you too busy with your mind earlier? Oh my... "What's the point of doing that cheap, troublesome drama?" He took out his blade and twirled it in his hand before finally pushing his body off the wall and walking over to you. So he's an impostor too...