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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[hardnosed]

Oh.

[ Welp, that's happened! Before she helps Therion with operation toilet knife, is there anything else in this area worth nptiving? ]

[bathymetric]

[ In addition to the drips of blood, there are also some light bloody footprints in here! Like the ones Rin found in the Open Area, they're too light to tell much more than "probably not barefoot," and on the larger side. ]

[hardnosed]

[ cannot believe I just said "nptiving" Jesus Christ

And off she goes to hold his shit! ]