Seventh.

[trustfellows]

It really isn't getting any easier around here, is it? The way your numbers have fallen is impossible to ignore by now – there's so much space in this building, and it just seems to keep increasing with every passing week. Furthermore, the incentives and the timer are designed to ensure that your numbers keep dropping – something that's guaranteed to be evident today, one way or another. Friday morning dawns like the rest of the week before it; the clock chimes, the doors to the kitchen unlock, and there's a heavy silence that's settled over the building. Once again, there's no announcement from Jericho this morning to wake you up; the public-address system remains quiet, and there's only one conclusion to be drawn from that. And there's really only one thing to be done about it, isn't there? For those brave souls who want to know what happened – or those morbid ones who just want to know who died – the first three floors are clear. However, something seems amiss even from the stairwell as you make your way up to the fourth. Namely, the heavy scent of blood. Explore?