FIRST INVESTIGATION

[bathymetric]

Friday, the deadline for The Professor's generous offer, dawns like any other. The automated cycle of lights, the only real indication of time passing here on the seafloor, passes into an imitation of daylight with a series of clicks and the hum of bulbs intensifying their glow.

Just last night, spirits were high as many of you watched movies and chatted. But as you leave your rooms today, there's something... foreboding hanging in the air. A quiet stillness, almost unnatural.

... Eh, it's probably fine, right?

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[bathymetric]

[ Nope! Her nails are clear. Might want to proceed up her arms, though? Something's up with the left one, too. ]

[bogwife]

[Oh dang, let's have a look at that! What does she see?]

[bathymetric]

[ There's a cut, up on her upper arm! Clean and not too deep, but it definitely bled. ]

[bogwife]

[She again grimaces in sympathy. If it bled, that definitely happened while she was alive. She speaks under her breath, more talking to herself to iron out her thoughts than trying to get attention.]

All right, broken wrist and cut on her arm- oh, honey, who did this to you?

[Anything else she might be noticing that hasn't already been found?]