[This fan fiction is based on Town of Salem, which is a free browser-based version of the party game Mafia. Town of Salem was made by BlankMediaGames. Unlike the online game, this story will include common sense and lore!]

“Hello young one,” a voice behind the man sounded out. The man stopped in his tracks, feeling a shiver run down his spine. He turned around.

“Who are you?” the man inquired, keeping a calm tone. Suddenly, a blindfold slipped over his eyes.

“That doesn’t concern you,” the voice said behind him. “However, some things about you concern me. Like, for example, you have extraordinary hearing capabilities.”

“What about them?” the man tensed up.

“Well, let’s just say, I know what information you have and I simply don’t want that information to be revealed,” the voice replied. The man paid attention to the tone and realized it was the voice of a woman.

He snorted. “Like you could stop me,” he said. “I used to be part of the government and I developed a few fighting skills.”

“So, instead of beating you up, what if I brought up those little crimes you committed?” the women said jubilantly.

“Those are just minor incidents and occurred long ago,” the man replied, though he was visibly shaken.

“Yes, but those incidents were plenty and frankly, they did cause chaos and harm. It would be a shame to know that the town’s few law enforcers knew about these…shall we say incidents.”

“You just enjoy delivering these types of speeches, don’t you?” came the coarse reply.

“Of course I do. That’s my job,” she told him. “Now, what about those crimes you committed?

“I highly doubt they would care. I’m part of this town’s law enforcement system now anyway,” the man said.

“Oh, but you would care, wouldn’t you?” the blackmailer whispered. “I know how sensitive you are about your past. Even small incidents make you burn with embarrassment. All it takes is one word and all your secrets will be revealed.”

“…Fine,” the man muttered. “I won’t tell a soul.”

“That’s a good boy,” the woman giggled as she slowly lifted the blindfold. “Now don’t be alarmed if I pay you another visit.” The man whirled around but the woman was gone. He sighed as he sat down. “I really need to move out of this town.”

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“They have spoken. She is the blackmailer,” she heard the man denounce about her neighbor.

“Oh really, how can I believe you and your ‘secret court’?” she snapped. “And why are you telling me?”

“I answer everything honestly, and they are a reliable source,” he claimed. “Well, most of the time. The reason I’m telling you is because you’re one of the few townsfolk who owns a weapon. Also, I would definitely trust an ex member of the militia.”

“Wait, you’re expecting me to-” she exclaimed.

“Yes, I am. I highly doubt the sheriff has time to check and even then, I know something will go wrong with her investigation. So I came to the one person who can actually do something.”

“Well, how am I supposed to know you’re telling the truth?!” the woman retorted as she glared at the man.

“I don’t care if you believe me!” he replied tartly, clearly losing his patience. “I know more than you and possibly everyone in this criminal breeding ground place! If you don’t believe me or don’t care, then let this town be dominated and burned to the ground for all I care!”

The former militia member was surprised by this sudden tirade. He was usually a taciturn man and he was only a medical assistant. In fact, his sojourn here only lasted a week so far. She saw the man quelling his anger and his face looked almost apologetic.

“Sorry about that,” he said meekly.” I tend to have a wide range of reactions when I’m under stress and annoyed.”

“It’s okay,” she said with a small smile. “But why is the blackmailer important?”

“I know she’s blackmailing the spy,” he replied.

“How do you know of this?”

“Well, the mafia’s actions are like waves, in a sense,” he stated.

“How do the actions move like waves?”

“Well, think of it like this. Some waves are massive and others are tiny. The massive ones are seen and anticipated while small ones are not. The spy hasn’t been talking at all, and he’s usually a chatty fellow. Also, the fact that I see more daring crimes taking place, I can easily see what their plan is.”

“Okay then,” she said. “But I really don’t want to get involved.”

“Can you just perform this act of justice, please?” the man implored.

The woman sighed. “Fine, I will visit her.”

“Thank you!” was the reply. “I’ve got to go now!” The man rushed out of her home.
The now-vigilante sat down and sighed. Tonight is going to be a long one, she thought.