[ He closes his eye at the word "demon," since truly, the people here have a talent for choosing their words terribly, he thinks. But he steels himself with that motion, and he's quick to open it again as he shakes his head. His voice is strong and confident, because if nothing else, Ciel is able to put on an excellent mask when he needs to. ]

No, I'll tell you the basics. I need to be able to speak about it if they are related.

[ But they're not... Ciel is just a paranoid moron... ]

It was a game of murder.

[ Ciel states that first, letting that heavy statement linger for a moment before he continues. ]

There were forty-two of us trapped in an amusement park. Seven were chosen to murder the rest, and every night, someone would die, and every day, we would hold a mockery of a trial to "convict" the guilty, though there was no evidence save for a system where one person a night could pick a person to find out if they were in the group or not. If we refused to vote, this group's numbers would grow, but if we voted incorrectly, it did no matter. Whoever had the most votes was hanged, innocent or guilty.

[ Of course, Ciel leaves out the part that he was one of the murderers, but it's not quite out of feeling ashamed or wanting to deceive Zara, not exactly. Explaining the circumstances of why... That was still too painful. So he leaves that vague. ]

By the end, there were scarcely more than ten left alive.