trustfelled | Take Responsibility.

The past several weekends have been an unrelenting barrage of death in particularly disturbing manners; either the method or the number of people, sometimes both, have been particularly extreme. This week has seen fewer dead than the last; however, the way that that one kill seems to have happened...

It's not a particularly good tradeoff.

Either way, however, expectations still need to be met and investigations still need to be carried out; once the allotted time has passed, those doors in the center of the second corridor slide open once again, the sight managing to be at the same time familiar and unwelcoming. The fluorescent overhead lights of the operating theater beam down, flooding the room with bright and steady light as soon as the first person walks in; the seats surrounding the podium circle in the center of the room remain as empty as ever. Four more are gone, their absence notated by their portraits joining the others in watching the proceedings through greyed-out and unseeing eyes, Kogami, Madison, Sakura Matou, and Osomatsu's podiums all draped in black.

Once everyone has found their place in the circle, the public-address system comes to life once again in a light crackle of static; the Transmitter can be heard throughout the room shortly thereafter.

"Fraternal is dead. You guys...you know what to do. Put together what you've found and try to seek out the guilty. You know what'll happen if you can't.

Good luck."

Eleven Patients remain. We'll see how many leave at the end of the day.

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I could do it! I have an eye. [And therefore he's qualified to look for bits of glass. It also helps that he's a machine, if there's some he'll be likely to find it.

Without waiting for a response, Wheatley gets going around the room]

Okay, let me see your shoes! And the soles too! Pass everything to me!

[Do any of you have any glass anywhere in or on your shoes?]

[ Well, not like she has a problem with stripping any further. She'll take off her boots and lean them against her podium for now.

No glass anywhere on them. Or on her for that matter. ]

[ These checks are really getting boring after weeks and weeks of performing them, but what does it help...?

George presents his boots, which are in as pristine condition as regularly worn shoes can be. No glass! ]

[ His shoes are clean as a very clean whistle! As are the soles. ]

[Nothing off about his shoes here.]

[No glass! He does however have blood on the soles, but once again, Danny huffs in annoyance.]

There was quite a lot of blood at the crime scene, so there was nothing I could do in regards to avoiding stepping in it when examining the body.