Stupidface looks around wildly, brandishing her hand as you would a poker at an unwelcome house guest who just cheated in the neighborhood bridge game. The guards slowly back away from her, all but one. Sinny creeps up slowly behind Stupidface, and when she’s momentarily distracted by a shiny reflection, clasps hands with her. Stupidface looks at her in bewilderment, the back at the gathered guards as they kneel before sjg and kiss his ring, the five stages of grief flashing across stupidface’s face in a single moment. “It was you all along?” She croaks out, then promptly keels over, dead.
Sinny was infected. Sinny was a GUARD. The game is over, town has won!