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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[captainobnoxious]

[Charred remains are never pleasant to smell, but it's at least one thing Sigrun can say she's used to.

... It really sucks to realize that since the first time they found a body, there's no reason to clear a lot of people out. Did the kid eat a bomb or something? Gods.

(No matter how trustworthy you think you are, there will always be people who believe they can't rely on you. You can't reach everyone.

Sigrun really, really hates him being right.)]