WEEK 3 - INVESTIGATION

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INVESTIGATION

The wakeup is familiar - yet not any less nerve-wracking. Though you have survived the night, the knowledge that the Mafia - the monsters - have killed is ringing loudly in your mind.

The hotel speakers crackle to life just like before, drawing your attention and startling you. Heart racing, you listen to the announcement...

...And there seems to be ominous music in the halls...


??? GUESTS REMAIN.

GORE WARNING FOR THIS LOG.

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[messianic]

[I GUESS.

IF WE MUST.

TIME TO APPROACH THE BODY........ Minato's definitely still looking thoroughly sick because despite his best efforts he's probably squelching through guts right now and that's SO GROSS.]

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[He is, indeed. The intestines around have all been clearly bitten, though Minato's not a dog expert and can't tell if it was the puppy again or not.

A lot of Iwai's bones are clearly broken, and his body is covered in bruises and indications of internal bleeding.

His arms have been gnawed on, partial breaks clear in the upper arm. Much like yoshi, he's been disemboweled with a classic gut cleaning cut. But the clear indicator of what killed him is throat, which has been torn out.]

[messianic]

[... :(

Minato has learned from everyone else's example, and he takes reluctant pictures that he has to take more than once when his shaking fingers make them blurry.

But he manages.

And then he looks more closely, willing his stomach to stay in place.

Anything else...?]

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[there are thin, clean cuts in areas that haven't been chewed on. They look odd....as if Iwai was still moving when they were done.

Beyond those, he's seen everything he can here.]

[theycallhimmrpchan]

...He was tortured.

[The observation came out in a disbelieving whisper]

[messianic]

[Quietly, Minato closes his eyes, swallowing tightly.]

... Sorry, Iwai-san. Sorry you went through this.

[But he takes proper pictures of those cuts too.]

We...should probably bring everything we can with us to the trial.

[Time to look around once more and probably get outta here with all of the evidence they can carry.]

[theycallhimmrpchan]

[He nods, carefully wrapping the knife up in the bandana, as he picks through the other items]

Don't think we can grab everything - we should write down what we know is here.

[messianic]

Yeah... that's a good idea. We'll grab what we can... and take pictures.

[This sucks.]