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[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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[firstaid]

[Estelle leans into the hug, embracing the other tightly.]

Sh-she didn't deserve to die. She was so kind and caring...! This...

[She doesn't know what to say, except she cries more. Why... why this?]

[modernmedicine]

No, she didn't deserve to die, and especially not like this.

[She'll rub Estelle's back gently.]

[firstaid]

[She shakes a little, breaths still uneven as she tries to calm her crying.]

No, she didn't. [She knows Angela is working on investigating so she lets go.]

You're going to find out what happened, right? If so, I'll... leave you alone. I think... I think Hanyuu is going to take me somewhere else.

[modernmedicine]

[She nods, drawing back.]

I'm going to find out what happened, yes. I think it's best that you go with Hanyuu. Please be careful, both of you.

[firstaid]

We will. Thank you, Angela. I pray you will find answers.