The Weeks pass

It was three weeks since you last saw Weiss. It was October now. Four more women had disappeared, just as you predicted. Samus, D.Va, Shantae and the other Mai had all disappeared overnight during their performances.

People grew uneasy. Everyone was worried that they would be the next to go. You yourself were worried. If you or Ryuko were to go before your plan was formulated, you'd probably never see each other again. Progress on the plan was slow, thanks to the book having been stolen by Weiss.

The current plan was for one of you to enter room #24 after a performance, while the other one provided a distraction to draw Alex's attention away from the camera. However, you lacked a way to communicate when the performance ended. You also needed a weapon, to protect yourself from the creatures in the dungeon. You couldn't rely on luck like Weiss.

The weeks went on. November rolled around By this point, over a third of the residents had gone missing. Not a week went by without three or more women never returning from their performance. Things got ****. Other girls found out about the unlit dungeon, and left on their own. Strangely, they never got caught. Unfortunately though, they never returned.

Your plan was finally ready. You'd obtained a knife, and somehow gotten a green to stash it in room #24, in a cabinet. The distraction was to be an explosion in the kitchen, caused by setting **** on fire inside of an oven. Ryuko was going to be the one to do this. She might get captured, but if you succeeded, she wouldn't have to worry about that. The method of communication was scrapped. Instead, the plan would happen at exactly 12:00 midnight. You would feign unconsciousness, and the futanari would be subdued. Then, in the meantime, Ryuko would start the fire. You would then wake up and claim that you recovered, and claim that an escort wasn't necessary. You had practiced your knocked-out state for weeks until it was flawless. Even so, you learned to lockpick and put a hairpin in your hair so that you could escape from the room if it came to that.

Everything was perfectly planned. The chance of succeeding was high.

And then everything went wrong.

It was Monday. The morning of Ryuko's performance. Despite having just performed recently, there on the screen next to your door was a message.

"Please come down to the performance hall at 12:00 tonight. Wear your swimsuit. It's special."

"Did Alex find out?" You thought to yourself. "Is this just a coincidence? Or... Was it your time?" You decided to talk to Ryuko about it. You walked over to her room and knocked on the door. No answer. You knocked again. Again, no answer. You walked around the entire hall, calling her name. You asked everyone you could find, but no one knew.

Nervous sweat started to bead on your face. You quickly made your way back to your room. You pulled the hairpin from you hair and started to work on the lock.

"No... No... No, no, no! They... They only disappear after their performance! She can't be gone. She... She must just be sleeping! Why, oh why won't she RESPOND?!"

You open the lock and barge into the room. Empty. The room looks pretty much identical to yours, but the room's a mess. The table is knocked over, the covers have been dragged of the bed, and the lamp lies shattered on the ground. Slowly, you turn your head and face the screen next her open door. On it are printed two words from Alex.

"Hello, May."