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?

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[trustfellows]

[It looks like there's something going on in one of the sinks, actually!]

[destage]

[TO THE SINK, THEN what do we got going on over here, team]

[trustfellows]

[It looks like we've got a can of black paint, and also a thick paintbrush sitting in here.

Which do you want to check out first?]

[destage]

[Let's check out the can, first! How's it lookin]

[trustfellows]

[It's looking like there's a good amount of blood on the bottom rim of it, actually.]

[destage]

[...WELL JESUS FUCK, THAT'S FINE, UM.

Okay. Okay, she's not touching that much further? But alright, that's. Good. She'll check it for dents or anything too, and...if it's open, she supposes? Otherwise, onto the brush!]

[trustfellows]

[It is open! ...And also looks like it took some damage. Probably from whenever it acquired all the blood on it.

That said, the brush is still covered in black paint despite the fact that it's hanging out in the sink, like someone just carelessly tossed it in here along with the paint can.

There's not too much else to look at in here, however; you did your part, though, Sayaka, good job and good hustle, team. o/ ]

[destage]

[SHE...TRIES...apparently not as hard as the culprit, jesus christ]