Week 5 - After The Massacre

[dolleyed]

[ Silence has settled in the resort, but the lack of auditory input hardly seems to matter when there is an overwhelming stench of death hanging in the air of the third floor. Burned flesh, the iron stench of blood, burned hair... guts and decay. All everywhere.

No staff appears to clean the mess. There's only yourselves now and the remnants of what used to be your friends. ]

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[13thpromise]

[ There are actually two, like he totally had it in mind to share with his boyfriend...

He actually thinks about that for a second and looks back to the shards of glass on the floor. ]

Make a mess?

[ Technically not it, but at the same time, maybe it's not so far from the truth? ]

[enter_the_darkness]

[ A pretty... wicked grin appears for a moment. ]

Close enough.

[ But, then, said grin fades. He looks to the side. ]

I know... Hurting this place means putting us at risk.