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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[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.