No Second Life, No Second Chances
It was the first time most of you had to bear the sickly, metallic stench of blood in this place, only vaguely perfumed with what else lay around the cafe. Your eyes looked for the source of the smell, which certainly didn’t take long. Staining the stone floor was lashings and lashings of bright red blood.
Amongst it all lay Francois de Lune Morhange, who just a few days ago had been serving coffee with a smile in this very cafe. That warmth and light was gone now, the barista clutching his bloody chest. Naomi was kneeling by the body, already looking quite focused. The scene embodied a traditional murder quite well - put up some bright yellow police tape, and you might have had something right out of a crime show. This was no show, however, and what you saw in front of you was in fact very real. While it was the first thing in the main area to draw your attention, it didn’t take long for you to realize what was on one of the tables.
There lay none other than Spydr, who, on first glance, looked more like she was sleeping peacefully than anything, but closer inspection confirmed her demise. You hadn’t really heard much from her, especially not after the death of her girlfriend, so maybe this was better for her. Still, you couldn’t help but notice the care and delicate placement of her compared to the Barista, hands delicately clasped over her chest. Keiko seemed to be looking over her, whereas Kiryuu stood by neither as if absolutely frozen. Shortly after a good number of you arrived, Kino surprisingly made an appearance in person as well. She was carrying what looked like a shoe box, and headed straight towards the strategist with little regard for the death and chaos in the room.
With the complicated scene in front of you, it left you with questions. Would you investigate? Who did this much? Why was it this different?
“Yeah so now that you egglords have seen what’s going on, you get two hours like last time!! Make the most of it.”
Asuta hung up the receiver, and the intercom shut off.
















