[Honestly it's a foregone conclusion for Tuuri. She had known from the start that she would be voted out today. So it's really not a surprise when she opens the message and sees her own name on the message.
It's the words after that catch her completely off guard.]
Not...
[Not guilty.
Not Guilty.
Not. Guilty.
Tuuri sinks down to her knees, her hand tightly gripped around her phone as she reads the message over and over again. This can't be right. It can't be. She killed Kon! She was right there, with the knife in her hands, stabbing him over and over and over again as she screamed and cried.
It's all her fault. She did this. So why...
The phone slips out of her hand and clatters to the ground. A couple teardrops manage to fall on the screen before she covers her face with her hands and starts to sob uncontrollably.]
no subject
It's the words after that catch her completely off guard.]
Not...
[Not guilty.
Not Guilty.
Not. Guilty.
Tuuri sinks down to her knees, her hand tightly gripped around her phone as she reads the message over and over again. This can't be right. It can't be. She killed Kon! She was right there, with the knife in her hands, stabbing him over and over and over again as she screamed and cried.
It's all her fault. She did this. So why...
The phone slips out of her hand and clatters to the ground. A couple teardrops manage to fall on the screen before she covers her face with her hands and starts to sob uncontrollably.]