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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[trustharder]

[Always a good call, but it's just duct tape. It seems to be attached to the underside of the pew.]

[notjustawriter]

[Is it a roll? Just a piece of duct tape?

Either way, it wasn't here when he was last in the chapel, so he's going to be trying to pull it off the pew carefully.]

[trustharder]

[Just a piece of duct tape! Pulling it off is definitely possible, and when you do...

A knife falls to the ground.

Oh.]

[notjustawriter]

[Oh, um....

Is the knife bloody?]

[trustharder]

[You'd better believe it is. Thankfully(?), the blood is dry.]

[notjustawriter]

[This is, uh. This is a thing.

He'll just be taking the knife with him, if you don't mind.]

[trustharder]

[Unless you have other questions, you're done here!]