The Lynch
Buoyed by their recent good fortune, the residents proceed with the task at hand; eradicating all Mafia. Even with less discussion than on previous days, they are finally able to settle on a candidate.
The candidate knows the drill, having seen it many times before, and walks almost willingly. Upon reaching Bala, tonight’s lynchee takes the noose, places it over his own head, and tightens it himself. “Well, let’s do this,” he says, and closes his eyes. With barely a pause, he rises quickly into the air. All is over in a matter of seconds… as soon as the weight of his body causes his neck to snap.
A quick check of the arm shows a small tattoo. Looks like the town caught another one…
Tiburon was an ACville Mafia Goon