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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He's completed destroyed! Little glass eyeball laying on the ground, all lonesome. Nose sitting a few feet away. Ceramic everywhere. Who could've done such a thing?! ]
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[Well, let's sort through the rubble, anyway. This feels vaguely sacreligious, but...]
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Something like this, but ignore the bowl on the top and picture two arms, instead of four. ]
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[He'll gather those pieces together so he can take them to the trial, then. And take a closer look at them, of course! Is there anything he could gather from looking more closely at the bits?]
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Hmm. Well, let's put that aside and see if there's anything else he can find in the rubble.]
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