Second.

[trustharder]

Friday dawns fairly quietly this week; unlike last week, there's no blood splashed around the hallway, and there's very little that seems amiss at first glance. It's almost enough to make one think that nothing happened last night – that maybe the incentive was ignored, that maybe rational-minded camaraderie may have won out over the desire to escape the Vault. That impression will last you until somebody decides to head upstairs. They won't get past the stairwell without noticing that something is definitely amiss - while there notably does not appear to be a body, that doesn't mean that something isn't there regardless. You might want to check that out. Just saying. >Explore?

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[trustharder]

[They're not particularly interesting fibers, but they do appear to be white...ish? It's kind of hard to tell.]

[cherryblooded]

[Are we talking like clothing fibers? Because 'fiber' is a pretty vague word that includes things like hair, and muscle fibers, and wires...]

[trustharder]

[They're clothing fibers!]

[cherryblooded]

[Well that's something. Who wears white...?

He'll speculate later.

Are they all about the same length?]

[trustharder]

[Nope. They do all appear to have come from the same thing, but there's not much information you can get from these.]

[cherryblooded]

[Well good, because he doesn't know anything about fibers at all.

Anything else noticeable about the 'body', if he takes the time to make a thorough examination?]

[trustharder]

[Well, it's kind of weird that all of these pieces are big. There aren't any smaller shards here.]

[cherryblooded]

[That's true. You'd expect some little bits to break off, especially if you're using something like a sledgehammer.]

I'll leave this area to you.

[He's going to investigate the rest of the floor for pearl dust... and probably not find anything because no top-levels, but he tried!]

[trustharder]

[GOOD LUCK, CHERRYBLOD...]

[sleepingkogoro]

I see! Fibers. It will be a good idea to check the sewing room later.

[And so he will and will find nothing because no top tier for the sewing room = no clues. Too bad.

But for now he's just storing a few of those fibers in a handkerchief to take them to the trial. Time to continue.

Mouri walks up and down the stairs as if trying to see anything the culprit or the victim may have dropped other than the sledgehammer]

[trustharder]

[It seems like the sledgehammer is the only thing. You've found everything here!]