Kitsu hadn't slept very well that night, the unsettling feeling of guilt flowing over into his dreams. Drowsily emerging from his own hut he noticed the lack of any crowds or dead bodies. He was surprised, though pleasantly. That small joy was short lived, however, when the voting started for the day's lynching. They'd yet to find the guilty one after all.
Sighing, he resigned himself to having to vote again. He didn't like the possibility of being wrong again, but there wasn't much he could do. If he refused to vote, it could make the other villagers suspicious of him.
Fetching his own slip of paper, he neatly scrawled the name Rafufu across it before dropping it in the box alongside Scott's.