THE FIRST INVESTIGATION

[strangerpeople]

THE FIRST INVESTIGATION

[Friday morning dawns. It's a surprisingly brisk day; the winds are cold outside, and the sky is dark with its lack of sky. Well, a normal sky that one would be used to, at least.

The rats can be heard scurrying to and forth, in the walls. All seems to be as normal as it can be, this morning.]

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[Given the sheer number of cats on the train, he's long resolved himself to being covered in fur, and the couch he's claimed is, perhaps ironically, more comfortable than the beds because it's not intended for sleeping in. It's definitely good to see that Ris is still alive though, even if getting him to admit that aloud would be quite difficult.]