#rrrinvestigation

Monobear’s announcement echoed over the facility before Miya had even thought about leaving her room. For a moment she prayed that it was just a nightmare, and soon enough she would wake up and everyone would be fine. Sadly, she was far beyond the point where she could ignore reality anymore.

Wanting a little preparation for what she was about to see, she strode quickly through the hallways with her eyes on her ID. As she read the victim’s name her heart sank; Miya hadn’t really understood Gingie -- his whole moral code was a little out of whack as far as she could tell -- but she had never thought of him as a bad guy, especially since he seemed like he was really trying to get closer to people. He even asked her for help, and for that she had admired him, even if she could never say that out loud.

Only a few steps into the kitchen she stopped dead --  she certainly didn’t admire the state he was in now. It felt like Miya should be used to this by now, but the truth was that the sight of a murdered classmate never really got old. At the sight of him she’d let out a strangled sort of gasp, her eyes darting from his neck to his hand to anywhere else. As much as she wished she could just leave, she knew that she couldn’t.

Taking a deep breath she approached the body reluctantly forcing herself to look him over for clues. Spotting Gingie’s clenched fist she wavered -- she should be brave and just grab it, but the thought made her feel sick. People were depending on her, but in these moments Miya just felt like a coward. She didn’t feel like she could do this all by herself anymore. She didn’t want to do this by herself anymore.

Miya didn’t hear the scream, but she heard Monobear’s announcement loud and clear. For a moment, she couldn’t process it -- was this for real? That motive was such a scam, it seemed impossible that anyone would have gone for it. Why hadn’t she taken it more seriously? Her mind hazy, she rushed to the prep room, dreading the sight of whoever the victim was--

Victims?

“S-sumi-chan?? Kaikoba? Nananan??” Three? How could there be three? That was just too insane, too much to handle. Fumbling for her student ID, she searched through it for confirmation while she stood otherwise frozen in the doorway. No, it really was just two -- she looked up and saw Nana moving as Kyo attended to her. She sighed a little in shaky relief, although the weight of two dead classmates was still hard to fathom.

With a deep breath she tried to pull herself together, watching the others move around the room; Kiyoyuki and Aiko were looking over Sumiko, but Kaitaro’s body was left unattended for the moment. Somehow she wasn’t surprised. Tentatively she approached the embroiderer’s body and knelt, looking over their corpse for anything notable while trying not to touch them.

It seemed like this had been just what Akihito wanted from his little 'told ya' aside and shoulder pat. The seiyuu barely felt it though. How long had he been standing here? His head was completely blank. For some reason he couldn't remember a single thing. Every time his eyes even slightly neared the area... that fridge... he felt like outright blacking out. It wasn't good. He felt faint - he had to get out of here.

"....................................."

Even if he wanted to say something or maybe get back at the electrician his voice wasn't doing him any favours. As in, it wasn't doing much of anything. He'd screamed so hard his throat had become tender and sore, even breathing was painful like this.

Stumbling out of the infirmary he can't quite decide where to be. Everyone else is so much more competent at this. What is there to find... what should he be doing right now? Helping, right? But where do you even start with something like that...? And what if someone else died? One death could just be the start, right...? That was scary, he didn't want to think about that. He didn't want to think about anything but he couldn't just stand around and do nothing. Eiji... he'd... been a sweet kid. Kiyoyuki wanted to talk to him more. They could've been friends in a different lifetime but like this...

At the very least he deserved some respect.