Eighth.

[trustharder]

Seven in the morning comes and goes as it always does – namely, loudly and a little obnoxiously, given the usual blaring of the klaxons. Today marks almost a full eight weeks since the Survivors awakened in the Vault; more than enough time for people to get used to how things tend to work around here on Fridays, and yet not so long that there isn't any hope that maybe (maybe) this Friday will be better. The first-floor corridor is generally quiet, in that it's free of blood; however, there are some scattered books in the hallway, near the library. Maybe it's nothing. Maybe it isn't. It might be good to make sure, though, right? >Explore?

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[sleepingkogoro]

[No idea what happened, no objects...the detective's manual doesn't really give many instructions. The last basic question would be if Gabriel knew who would try to kill him, but that would be 'everyone'. That is how the Vault was like]

One last question, if you don't mind:

Does anything about the Library look different from when you arrived?

[Leaving aside, um, the mess of books outside because that is quite obvious]

[notjustawriter]

[He glances around, frowning.]

I'm sorry, I don't really remember what the room looked like before.

INVESTIGATION TIME

[sleepingkogoro]

Alright, thank you, Knight-san. Please rest.

[This interrogation was a bust. It's hard to work when the witness doesn't remember anything, but...hm...

Mouri will start looking for any places the killer-to-be could hide in]

[trustharder]

[The library seems to be largely untouched, outside of the books that were knocked into the hallway and the...everything that happened with Gabriel himself; it's possible for someone to have concealed themselves between the shelves or behind the door, but difficult to discern whether someone actually did so.]