I'll give myself the role of the culprit (Pink Trigger's Power >399)

Hmph. If Erika is already intent on ruining my erotica with elements of mystery, then she won't mind if I bring a little bit of fantasy into it, will she? I stared Kyrie down, then continued walking forward, keeping my hands raised. Kyrie may be a good enough shot from this distance, but I needed to get closer.

"Are you one of those types who thinks they can dodge gunfire like in an action movie?" Kyrie questioned, now smiling a bit devilishly as she lowered the gun in my direction. I saw a further unmasked killing intent in her eyes. This went beyond Erika making up some story... it was as though Erika had brainwashed her somehow...

Oh wait. Hm.

It's possible that Kyrie really is playing the role of culprit in my story. Worry not, readers: this only means that I wrote her to be such in this particular route. It has no bearing on the real plot of Umineko no Naku Koro Ni. Please read unspoiled and pick at that mystery to your heart's content.

Hmph. Meta-Player may have thought she seemed like a good adversary on this path, but I have the ability to decide this part on my own. You can't be the culprit, Kyrie... because I am! I pulled out my own pistol with all of the quick-draw speed of a magician who summons his gun from the shadows. Before she could even lower the gun to fire, I shot it out of her hand... More accurately, the gun simply exploded in her hand when my bullet hit it. She recoiled, probably too surprised to realize that she had miraculously avoided injury from that attack.

Ah... I've defeated her. Are you surprised I'm armed, Kyrie? That's because I am the real culprit in this story...

"Is that so?" Kyrie asked, backing towards the door with a lingering, menacing smile that either made her a persistent actor or else, a sore loser. "Does a culprit disarm people in that way? Ha ha ha... If I flip the chessboard, I can see what you're really thinking... By taking out the gun-"

Enough, Kyrie. This isn't your route and it's not time for your chessboard thinking. I still had five bullets in my gun; before she could escape any further, I fanned my revolver and fired five more shots like some kind of desperado, each of them blasting Kyrie and knocking her further backwards, until she rolled across the floor on her side from the **** of the impact. Ah, not to worry player. These are my Type 1 Anti-Vestment Bullets. Which means...

I walked inside the guest house, dripping rainwater carelessly all over the floor and carpet and not bothering to clean any of it up. That's just the kind of careless culprit I am in this story. Upon the white guest-parlor rug lay Kyrie, clutching both arms over her massive breasts and clenching her legs together. On her lower body, she wore purple lingerie, a fancy, sexy kind that had a panel on the front and one on the back, but with the hips connected by a series of narrow ribbons. Some of those had snapped in my attack so that it was barely held on... Ah... Kyrie is Battler's mother, but her body doesn't show a hint of age. She's staring up at me now with hateful eyes, still not wanting to admit defeat; there is a curse lingering on her lips. If she's the real culprit here, I probably just ruined some complex plot she had, to take **** against someone or perhaps get the Ushiromiya family inheritance. But who cares about any of that? I wanted to drink in her body with my eyes...

Even though she must have seen by now that my pistol wasn't lethal, she was still wary of it. With this kind of influence and this advantage, I could do whatever I want to her...!

Wait... Wait, I'm not here for Kyrie. I need to gather my thoughts...