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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[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. ]