Unlike yesterday, three people failed to speak up to choose a target to experiment on today. One of them was chosen by the rest (and an anonymous voter) to be the test subject.
As he was being led to the shooting range, Profrags started shouting things like: "You'll regret this!" and "The other wolves will avenge me, you'll see!"
Needless to say, the silver bullets that Vikestep riddled him with, killed this traitor without remorse.
As the body lay there and showed no signs of changing, people started to whisper. Soon an obvious theory was formed: "This guy had been the angel, who, as a result of all the terrible things that happened in town, had gone totally insane."
This would also explain the Fenrir-worshipping statues and the blood stains found later, at his house.
At night, you heard the screaming of your friendly neighbourhood Goreae, who had probably just done something spectacularly towny and was screaming in delight of his own work.
However, in the morning, you discovered that his extase apparently excited him a little too much...
Profrags, Shazam and RealKC lost their grace-smite.
Profrags was lynched. He was the Delusional. (Don't help the wolves, guys. That's bad practice.)
Goreae was killed. You all know who he was.
NOTE: The long night-phase, as described in the role-sheet, will not happen, since the Delusional is already dead.
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