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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[amygdalae]

[...why is it always the higher floors now.

Bruce was on the way up to the chemistry lab but the sight of blood at the fifth floor makes him pause. The dread is already there, like always, but he pushes it aside and goes to the blood. Is it leading in a particular direction...?]

[trustharder]

[Looks like it, yeah.]