Fifth.

[trustharder]

The klaxons blare out early on Friday morning, as always. Depending on how late you were out at the party last night, they might not be very welcome, but at least it seems the Kingmaker isn't having any difficulties with them today. The Vault's setup has always been a bit unfortunate on Fridays – the fact that the view from the dorms is a straight shot down the corridor tends to make it completely and immediately obvious when something is wrong. It isn't blood this time; there are no large crimson stains splashed around the hallway or leading outward from one of the rooms. What is there, however, is a person lying on the floor near the stairwell. That doesn't bode well, does it. >Explore?

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[cherryblooded]

[It's okay, he's getting used to it.

He kneels down next to the body. Tarrlok is somebody he'd considered a friend, so - at times like this, he keenly feels that he has no idea what to say.]

I'm sorry.

[After a moment where he struggles for more words and none come to him, he gets up again.]

I'll... go see about getting the detectives and the doctor.