Seventh.

[trustharder]

The klaxons blare out bright and early Friday morning – granted, given the lack of windows in this place, it probably just feels early. Once again, things are quiet on the lower floors – the first-floor hallway isn't covered in blood, there aren't any bodies lying around, and things seem fairly normal to those just leaving their dorms. Of course, that doesn't mean that nothing is wrong; seven weeks in this place have probably taught everyone at least that much. Overall, though, things seem pretty sane until you get to the higher floors – where there are traces of blood on the fifth, in the general direction of the locker room between the saunas. >Explore?

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[isafraid]

[There's that tension, an almost menacing kind, in the air this morning. Speedwagon was glad to see no trace of a corpse on the lower floors, but as he went up, there was no mistaking the evidence of blood leading into the sauna.

He didn't want to do this again...

> head to Sauna locker room]

[trustharder]

[Godspeed, Speedwagon.]