#rs event

The scene up here is quiet but tense. From the face of the clocktower a long, lifeless shadow is cast over your faces as each of you arrive at the summit. At first, the only sound to fill this deafening silence is the drip, drip, drip of the fresh crimson oozing from painfully fresh wounds.

Before you hangs a body. A corpse of one of your own.

For as much as you all were strangers, you all seemed to have the benefit of maintaining your memories. A privilege that was ill-afforded to the nameless boy you had rescued from The Faceless Demon. Perhaps there was some irony in that? The Faceless capturing the one without an identity of their own?

“Alice” was the name you all had commonly settled on for this individual, though many of you had your own nicknames for them. Whatever the case, the cowering boy now hangs limp over your group; stapled to the face of the clock tower by the hour hand.

Whoever Alice must have once been, it seems neither you or them will ever find those answers now.

. . .

As everyone takes in the sight of Alice’s body on the clocktower, a jingling noise rapidly approaches from the north part of the currently accessible area. Chuubey pads towards your group, followed by a very upset looking Haselmaus.

“Strange. This wasn’t planned for….”

Chuubey comments, staring as Shun and Quang work to gingerly bring Alice's corpse to the ground.

“It’s not on the schedule at all!!!” the barista squeaks, staring up at the clocktower. “I’m really working my hardest to make sure your dorms are all spick-n’-span, but now….!”

Haselmaus shakes her head disapprovingly, looking down at Chuubey. The Incubator hops onto her hat to get more height, staring at the group of Magi gathered by that explosion earlier.

“To get to the bottom of what exactly happened here, you all will investigate this body and search for clues. Once you have gathered all important information, you will reconvene at this clocktower.”

Chuubey’s tail swishes. Despite their palpable annoyance at this unforeseen circumstance, their expression (or lack thereof) is as calm as ever.

Haselmaus clears her throat, trying to keep her hat (and Chuubey) balanced.

As the arrives, they're met with a disaster starting back in the area where they all first awoke.

Currently, parts of the plaza appear to be on fire. Soot and scorch marks mar the pink and purple bricks of the ground and Clocktower itself. Despite the rampant destruction, both Chuubey and Haselmaus are noticeably absent.

What on earth happened here!?

It doesn't take long for the group to start giving theories and throwing around accusations as to who could be responsible for the explosion. But, the discussion is inevitably cut short by yet another scream.