FIRST INVESTIGATION

[bathymetric]

To say this week has been intense is, generally, an understatement. Friday dawns like any other day. Some of you may have guessed that something like this would happen. It's not a difficult assumption to make, considering what's at stake. Mayor Fontaine has come forward with clear intent, and maybe expecting twenty-five people to stay strong against it is too much. Or maybe not! You never know!

...For those of you not entirely convinced, however, those visible traces of blood in the elevator might speak differently.

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[onemillion]

Not just his subordinates, but everyone here. That's certainly understandable.

[He's quiet for a moment, considering.]

Was he going out to check on us or... to make sure no one was out so late?

[bathymetric]

[ And to that, Leafeon grimly nods. ]

[onemillion]

Oh, Adaman...

[Rossiu shakes his head and forces himself to focus.]

Thank you, Leafeon. Did he tell you anything else before he left?

[bathymetric]

[ One last thing, it seems. It's a little difficult for a quadruped. But Leafeon brings his two front paws together, as if praying. ]

[onemillion]

[Oh no...]

He prayed to Allmighty Sinnoh. That we would all remain safe, perhaps?

[bathymetric]

[ Another nod. He hit the nail on the head. ]

[onemillion]

[While he's certainly not a religious man, he understands just how important it was to Adaman and how truly unfortunate it is that this happened to him.]

...Thank you, Leafeon. You may remain with me for now, if you'd like. I'm not sure what comes next but... I promise you, we will find out what happened.

[And what comes after that... well, that's out of his hands. They can at least determine what befell poor Adaman last night, however.]