trustfelled | Take Responsibility.

For several, this week's investigation was a little on the disturbing side, to put it gently; between the live decapitation and the victim's...that, it's been a rough day. But that doesn't mean that anyone is exempt from due process - by which we mean that there's a process, and you're all expected to do it.

The allotted time during which everyone is expected to investigate comes and goes; once it's passed full, those doors in the center of the second corridor slide open once again. The fluorescent overhead lights of the operating theater fill the room with light, bright and steady, as soon as the first person walks in; those seats remain empty above you, surrounding the podium circle in the center of the room. Two more have joined the ranks of the deceased; Nachetanya and Wesker's absences have been marked in the usual way, their podiums draped in black cloth with their portraits have been placed upon them, observing the proceedings in greyscale.

Once everyone has found their place in the circle, the public-address system returns to life with a crackle of static, followed by the Transmitter's voice carrying throughout the room, at least somewhat composed now, compared to earlier.

"Undying is...no longer with you. This is a little...different this time, but the guilty is still among you and you still have to seek them out, if you wanna prevent Rule Seven's completion.

Talk it over. Good- good luck"

Twenty-one Patients remain. We'll see how many leave at the end of the day.

Take Responsibility.

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