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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[philoxenia]

[ She's... relieved she's doing an acceptable job, at least. But Ema's next question is-- Well. Even if she's not okay with it, it's something she has to do. ]

I'll be alright. I just-- More than anything, I just want to figure this out. I hope these pictures will be able to do that.

[ It's much, much more than uncomfortable. But she'll do it all the same. For a long time, she's been unable to do much of anything, so as difficult as this is...

She approaches Aela's body, and takes a deep breath before kneeling down and snapping the photos Ema needs. ]

[snackooed]

You're right. Once we're done in here, we'll figure out who did this. I promise. With the evidence we've found and the photos you're taking, we're going to put it together and get justice for her.

[ Though she doesn't necessarily want to believe that one of them is responsible for it. Not after they were all having such a good time together last night... ]

Finding the truth is the least we can do for her, now.

[ She has to commend Mira's steady hand, all the same, though. ]