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A gruesome scene lay before you. Jean Grey’s corpse and blood pooling around the floor. Someone had the decency to close her eyes, perhaps a small clue to the type of person to kill her. Where do you want to begin?

You were probably sleeping.  And if you weren’t, you’re one of those freaks in this cast, aren’t you?  The kind with a busted up sleep schedule -- not the regular kind of freak in the cast.

At 7AM, every television set in the hotel flickers to life -- loudly; without warning; the volume thrown up to as high as anyone could say.

From anywhere in the hotel, you can hear the voice -- even if you can’t see the maker itself:

“Gooood morning, chucklefucks!  Sleep well?  No?  Not my fucking problem!  And not even my fucking fault!”

There’s a tinny laugh:

“Seriously!  Looks like SOMEONE finally decided to get  this ball ROLLING -- thanks for breaking the seal, hee-hee!  Man, do I fucking OWE you one.  You guys weren’t taking this shit seriously at all!”

...A pause, before she laughs again:

“Well, most of you, anyway!  Hee-hee!”

The way she says that makes you nervous, but there’s no time to reflect on it before she says:

“But look at me, prattling on!  You morons better get down to the LOBBY of the CLASSICS building!  Right now!  There’s someone waiting here, who’s dying to see you all!”

What....

...And, of course, if you try to just go back to sleep....

Body (2015)