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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[swordhandled]

[ owain had an angry look on his face that's grown more and more worried as he types. ]

Talking to the Outsider.

[13thpromise]

Is he being a jerk to you or is there something else going on?

[ Roxas comes a little closer, out of curiosity. ]