Day 21, by HasuHime.

One of the many games we used to play at school when I was a kid, was Whisper Kill. The players would stand in a circle and close their eyes, while the killer (selected by a marked piece of paper among blank ones, randomly drawn by each person) would whisper, "You're dead" to one participant per round, in-between which, everybody would have the opportunity to make a guess at the killer's identity. If you guessed wrong, you were out too.

I was reminded of it today, when Fiona and I passed by our old primary school on the way to her friend's house. Those were the days. I wish I could go back and start over.