First.

[trustwellness]

The past five days have come and gone, though exactly how easily they've done so is debatable; some have been trying to press onward in their optimism and faith that things will get better, while some seem convinced that things will only go downhill from here. However people have chosen to see it, though, clearly this week hasn't been all bad – after all, attempts at encouraging unity among the group seem to have been at least reasonably successful. ...Seem to have been. Friday dawns like the rest of the week before it – the clock chimes the hour at seven, the doors to the kitchen and the mail room unlock, and the building is quiet. It would seem that maybe the night passed reasonably quietly – were it not for the large red smears on the walls and floor of the southeastern side of the dormitory. It looks like somebody decided to be a damn overachiever and took some initiative of their own. >Explore?

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[oyashiromama]

...

[She hates being right. Hanyuu very lightly places a hand on Bruce's shoulder.]

If it's too much for you, there's no fault in that. You can stay back.

[byday]

It's not too much for me.

[He draws back sharply.]

I could have stopped this.

[oyashiromama]

[Her hand remains in the air, by surprise. She could say a lot, that the one at fault is whoever did this, that they don't know the severity (a joke), that he is just one man, but--]

...forgive my presumptions.

[That's all that comes out.]

[byday]

[There's a side-eye, before Bruce begins following the smears.]

I need to figure out who did this.

[oyashiromama]

[Well, she'll say nothing in response but follow too, filing this interaction away for later.]