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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[frasier you should leave before she keeps trying to talk about murder with you]