First.

[trustharder]

Friday dawns much like the rest of the week before it – that is to say, obnoxiously. The klaxons are as loud as ever first thing in the morning, and anyone wandering out into the main corridor will be pleased to know that- ...Oh. It's a straight shot down the hallway, meaning that everyone's line of sight is likely to be immediately drawn to the unholy mess going on past the threshold leading to the dorms. There's some hints that someone may have been busy out here last night – for one thing, there's a chair lying on the ground for god only knows what reason. That's obviously not supposed to be there. Come on, guys, clean up after yourselves. Of course, there's also a fucklot of blood. That's probably important. It seems concentrated on the far end of the hallway, closer to the elevator than the dorms. There's also a large trail of it leading somewhere. That's probably also important. Despite everyone's best efforts to keep themselves busy and optimistic about escape, looks like somebody got restless last night. >Explore?

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[wokeupdead]

[Man... They really got their exercise last night, didn't they?]

[amygdalae]

[Sorry Lynne, he's finally coming to you now.]

I think I've found something.

[He gestures to one of the more obvious sets of claw marks.]

Whoever did this didn't seem to be human - or at least most likely had a physique that wasn't human.

[wokeupdead]

[Claws are pretty damn weird. Almost as weird as the lack of blood.]

I thought the people that had powers couldn't use them after they arrived here?

[She remembers Zagi himself complaining about that. But since this seems very animalistic... is there any indication that the blood was cleaned off the neck? Or eaten? Look, no stone left unturned.]

[trustharder]

[Well, look at you go, Lynne.

There are a few areas around the injury where the skin is darker - light smears of red, like there was blood here but it's been cleaned away somehow.]

[amygdalae]

[WELL

TIME TO LOOK AT THE NECK MORE NOW, HE GUESSES.]

It's been cleaned.

[He says, more to himself than to Lynne, then after a moment presses fingers against where the blood has been wiped. Could there have been traces of anything that was used to clean the blood?]

[trustharder]

[You mean like fibers or cleaning agents or something? For clarification's sake.]

[amygdalae]

[Either/or! Bruce will keep an eye out for anything.

He's very into science.]

[trustharder]

[Well, science bro - ...unfortunately there doesn't seem to be much here by way of any of that, sorry about that. It was a good thought, though.]

[amygdalae]

[Well it was worth a shot.

He glances over the Lynne now.]

Can't find anything that could've been used to clean it.

[Is he frustrated? Heck yeah he is.]

[wokeupdead]

Why would they only clean there of all places? It isn't like his whole body isn't covered in wounds!

[Does Lynne sound a little emotional? Yeah, she sure does. She's trying to be professional but her frieeeend.

But cloths. Uh.]

Maybe further away from the body?

[amygdalae]

Something must have been used to clean the blood... [Although then again, there is blood kind of all over the place.

Ugh.

He'll never get used to the smell of it.]

Mouri and Speedwagon are checking the area, I believe. Maybe we can ask them what they've found.