You wake to the heat breaking in the morning. It's
actually morning, bright. Sunny. Probably all of you are pleased to have gotten through the night with sleep, or at least with no sudden gunshots and impromptu investigation.
Cherish that brief bliss. Enjoy your morning routine, as long as it's in the motel. Once you
leave the motel, you see, it's obvious something awful's happened again.
Someone has taken the Sergeant's bait.
Because, right outside the very door of the building you sleep in,
there's a broken body to greet you.
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It's a very bad idea, yes, but listen?? Listen. ... there's no excuse here, actually. Also while he's doing that, what color is this paint anyway? ]
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The paint cans are too burnt -- the labels are already charred, and it seems the fire consumed most of the paint. However...not too far from the cans, there's something that escaped the fire. That could help you!]
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Anyway, distressing pocket stains aside, let's check out the something helpful! What do his dragon slayer eyes see? ]
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Sting's dragon slayer eyes find a small paintbrush. Neat?]
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Very neat! Before he loses that in his pockets, any wet paint on this brush? ]
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Is the amount of burning paint roughly consistent with how much there should've been in the cans or is it less? ]
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