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

[strangerpeople]

[Yup.

It’s a bullet embedded in there.]

[comesaround]

[ Something in his stomach twists as he realizes this was likely the spot where Akira was killed. Is it possible to dig out the bullet, with say.. the knife he always keeps on him when he goes out?

He'd like to get it for evidentiary reasons and to see if anyone can tell him the caliber. ]

EVIDENCE

[strangerpeople]

[It’ll be... difficult. The bullet’s trajectory is weird-at least at a 45 degree angle as it is embedded.

But good luck regardless!]

[comesaround]

[ Oh he's taking note of the angle in how it's embedded there and will do his best to try and get it out. It's something he thinks will help.

If he can't, he'll give it up. Though keeping things in mind all the same. ]