Come dawn of the Fourth Day, I, thankfully, was not attacked.
Perhaps that was because, for the first time, no one died in the middle of the night, giving "John" no excuse this time around.
Although, just because no one died and I wasn't immediately assaulted, that didn't mean no one was under suspicion.
During the time that everyone was taking whatever they wanted from the kitchen to eat for breakfast, be it a tin of canned food or a cup of water, I'm sure there were a good half-dozen pair of eyes glued to one particular person out of everyone present.
Needless to say, it was the Protagonist, still alive and kicking.
Though, from the evident lack of an expression on her face, I wondered if she was in fact bored that no one had succumbed to the Trial.
All in all, it was, surprisingly, an incredibly peaceful morning. The most peaceful morning we had experienced since waking here on the First Day, in fact.
