T̴H͠E̶̡̢ ̴F̶̴Í̸RŞ̴͠T̵͞ ͟I̵N͟͡͝V̕͠ES̶͝T̸IG҉͝A̡͠T̡IO҉̶͢N͏

[strangerpeople]

T̷́H̸̀͢E ̵̛F҉ÌRS̷̢̧T̸͜ ͘͜I͠N͞V́E҉S̀͜T͜I͡G̸̶A͏҉T͠I̢̛Ǫ̵N͏͝

[Good morning, Strangers.

How do you all feel today? Sad? Confused? Worried? Well, that's not the Hosts' problem. You guys are the ones being stubborn and obstinate, after all. In any case, it's time for all of you to get up and start moving.

It's Friday. Maybe you'll luck out and everyone's alive. But there's only one way to find out.]

Comments

[relieable]

[his head snaps up and he looks down the street at poor Karma over there alone. Osomatsu moves over to him to see if he's okay]

Two on the first week?

[now he's going to crouch down and get a better look at the body. blood anywhere? signs of a struggle? entry wounds? exit wounds?]

[backuphero]

[That is not a voice he wants to hear shouting something he doesn't want to hear from a location that practically screams "you're being set up again".

He should have gone back to bed properly instead of getting dressed. He should not have stepped outside, he should have slept - ]

Two!?

[unwittingking]

WHY DOES IT KEEP ESCALATING?!

[It took the train a month to have a double murder, and in this town it takes two weeks? Is it cursed?! Are they cursed?!?]

[poorlovefool]

Well, don't look at me! [he's like. panicking right now, excuse him.]

[relieable]

C-calm down. No one is lookin' at you!

[yet]