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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[pokexplorer]

[With a nod,]

A fine idea. Perhaps it has turned up elsewhere upstairs.

[And with things wrapping up, Colress gazes up the stairwell, frowning.]

As awful as it sounds, I thought this would become easier to handle as the weeks went by. But instead, it is becoming more and more difficult... I just don't know what to make of it.

[amygdalae]

Nothing about this is easy.

[Or will get easier, really. Bruce has witness (and caused) countless deaths but it never gets better. (If it ever did, Bruce could never forgive himself, really.)]

We've already all known each other for a month now, more or less. As we... know more of each other, its not going to make dealing with this any better.