Pikachu had participated in three games.
Although she looked like a hot-tempered older sister who was rather careless,
she was actually meticulous beneath her rough exterior, with a very delicate mind.
Her hot temper at the beginning had also been for the sake of intimidation, to prove her own worth.
Her shortcoming was that she was somewhat lacking in reasoning ability. So after getting others to acknowledge her, she would look for someone who seemed trustworthy and intelligent, bind herself to them, and make them her ally.
At least, that was how the first few games had gone.
Although in two of them, the intelligence-type players she had bonded with had instead schemed against her in the final showdown,
she had survived through sheer brute force and her physical advantages.
This time, the person she had chosen was Siba Jungler.
Pikachu was not very old, but she did run her own restaurant, so she had met plenty of people.
Still, this was the first time she had encountered someone as gloomy as Siba Jungler, yet not especially gloomy at the same time.
She only knew that he was very smart and seemed trustworthy.
As for everything else, Pikachu could not see through him.
Was he really the Hunter?
Pikachu had played Werewolf before, but because her logical reasoning was poor, she always relied on her instincts when speaking and had often been voted out.
She also had a bad temper and constantly lashed out at people. That was why she had eventually gotten angry and uninstalled the game.
Although logically speaking, Siba Jungler's identity as the Hunter should have been confirmed,
Pikachu simply felt that he was not the Hunter. He did not seem like the Hunter...
He did not seem like a Werewolf either.
In fact, Pikachu already suspected