This week's cloudy, dreary weather culminates in a thunderstorm, lasting most of the previous night. That means when you awake this morning, the town is damp and dark. It's not just the weather that gives off an oppressive feeling, though. The air, it's heavy.
The Sergeant told you, after all. This is your last day to prevent your deepest, darkest secrets from being revealed.
There's no immediate evidence that anyone's followed his orders, though. Maybe you'll get through this week without anymore unnecessary death.
Or, maybe not. Maybe you should take a look around town, just to be sure.
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[SUP GUESS WHO IS JOINING IN.]
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[ Yeah that's a statement. That's her whole statement. What else is one supposed to say to this destruction.
Hello kids, Cian joined the party. ]
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[ REALLY???? ]
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[WHERE’s BAKUGO.]
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[ WHERE THE FUCK IS BAKUGOU ]
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[ oh fuck? he’s a little nervous now, considering the kid hasn’t been seen at all. ]
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[He sounds moody and exhausted.]
There’s...that.
[Just...wall hole. In a church. Christ.]
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Was something coming out, or did something go in?
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[With no enthusiasm at all.]
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[nope, no sir, not going to think about this being something done by a human, no no no...]