Fourth.

[trustwellness]

It seems that each week is getting harder than the last. You've lost three of your number already this week, and that's before anyone seems to have tried to take the Wordsmith up on his offer – and from the look of it, the incentive has tempted quite a few of you, perhaps even more than the usual. But now, the week is coming to an end; maybe it's too much to hope for that it's passed without anyone killing one another. Maybe it isn't. Only time will tell. The chimes ring out, signaling the hour as they always do; the day seems reasonably normal, with the first three floors of the building seeming clear enough. However, those of you wishing to make absolutely sure may want to head a bit lower down. It's possible that you'll find nothing down there; the more jaded of you will probably suspect otherwise. Either way, there's no point in keeping the possibility open when you can confirm it for yourselves, is there? >Explore?

Comments

[oyashiromama]

[...At least...at least it wasn't... Hanyuu will quietly go to Orihime, for a small hug.]

[introspects]

[ And that hug is certainly appreciated, and reciprocated. ]

...You saw him, didn't you?

[oyashiromama]

I found him.

[introspects]

[ ...right. Duh, 'hime. ]

I'm sorry. I'm really sorry, Hanyuu-san.

[oyashiromama]

[It's fine, she doesn't sound irritated or anything just...kind of dead inside? Huh.]

I wanted to... [...] It's alright. We- we have to investigate now.