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]

[ His jawline tightens, and then he sighs. ]

... I know the basics.

[ After a momentary pause, he's glancing away. ]

Just... [ scrubbing hand through hair ] ... I was trying to figure out how Akira does it.