SEVENTH INVESTIGATION

[bathymetric]

Friday morning comes as it so often does. The hallways of the ship are still. Things are... surprisingly normal. As normal as they can feel on a cruise ship populated entirely by a few surviving members of your number and whatever the heck The Captain has become.

And on top of that, it's quiet. The voices of your loved ones no longer ring in your ears, gone as suddenly as they came.

But that would mean...

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[scythegun]

[Presumably he can't determine any more than that given the area clear message, but I'll go ahead and double check anyway - is there any indication of how or what tore his cloak up? It it only a small piece missing or is it a lot more than that?]