Sixth.

[trustharder]

Friday morning dawns in much the same way it usually does in this place: with klaxons blaring and a sense of unease settling over the Vault. As much as people put their best efforts toward trying to discourage anything from happening on Thursday nights with parties and get-togethers, Fridays really don't have a good track record around here. But initially, things actually seem rather quiet; the first and second floors are remarkably free of blood and corpses today. Unfortunately, the third floor might not have fared so well. >Explore?

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[isafraid]

[Speedwagon shouts.]

Miss Aqua!

[No, not again... and why to her of all people...?

She's dead for sure, Speedwagon can't argue that fact when he can see the blood dripping down the piano keys. But he's got to get closer. It's... an investigation again.

Just like he feared.]

What the hell...!