THE FIRST VICTIM

[strangerpeople]

THE FIRST VICTIM

[Friday morning is quiet enough.

Everything seems to be normal, as before. Normal and boring, even with the strange things happening around the Depths. After all, no one's killed yet. Why would they? Surely something as ridiculous as a weird fruit and a fleeting promise wouldn't provoke anyone to kill to see if something like that was actually true, right?

Right?

Still, if anyone was worried, they would at least feel justified at being tense. People were told to kill another in return for the safety and life of a loved one, after all. And it included a way out for someone who succeeded in getting away with it. There may be someone more than willing to kill for that chance.

And that's when you don't consider the two empty rooms, one of which was opened and resulted in more strange things happening. And what happened last week? It hasn't been solved, has it? And no one expected that.




Perhaps it's a thought to look around to make sure there's nothing off this morning.

Certainly, it couldn't hurt.]

Comments

[carries_war]

[Yay, time to eat and feed the doge! ...Actually, you know what? Last time he cut up a big animal, he got one of his shirts all stained. So before he does that, let's take a quick stop by the clothier for some throwaway clothes.]

[strangerpeople]

[Awww, doge...

The clothier looks pretty normal. Feel free to pick your clothes.

Whereto next?]

[carries_war]

[Well he's certainly not giving the dog beer to drink. Let's drop by the kitchen again and grab a bowl to take down to the conservatex for some fresh water.]

[strangerpeople]

[You might not get there just yet, Rubedo...especially with a doge who can probably smell it before you. Oops.]