"Well, are we going inside, then?" Can stepped into the door, his doorstep causing a creak which echoed creepily through the dark space. You saw him wrinkle his nose as he entered in, and you make the assumption that it probably would smell worse as you go inside. "And... if you're wondering about the stabbing detail, they were stabbed. And then, ripped into bits and pieces."

"No wonder this is kept from the public," Micah murmured, mentally preparing himself for the scene ahead. He sucked in his breath and strode into the building, planning on smelling it the least amount possible.

It was dark inside, but there was enough light for you to see a little bit. Aaand, that little bit you saw... you didn't exactly like. It made you want to vomit right there, right that second. Blood and gore splattered everywhere, over the entire room. How the murderer managed to spread out one body like that, it was another little mystery to you. Xan stood by the door, not entering. Something did catch your eye, though. It looked like the remains of some piece of cloth- maybe the clothes the victim wore before meeting their unfortunate end? There was something off, by the looks of it, but you were too far away to see what the cloth actually looked like.

It was dark inside, but there was enough light for you to see a little bit. Aaand, that little bit you saw... you didn't exactly like. It made you want to vomit right there, right that second. Blood and gore splattered everywhere, over the entire room. How the murderer managed to spread out one body like that, it was another little mystery to you. Xan stood by the door, not entering. Something did catch your eye, though. It looked like the remains of some piece of cloth- maybe the clothes the victim wore before meeting their unfortunate end? There was something off, by the looks of it, but you were too far away to see what the cloth actually looked like.

Micah's stomach reeled. He may have tolerance, but not quite at this level. He tried to avoid thinking of who was this wrong in the head to not only do something like this, but do it repeatedly--as if they enjoyed. The thought made him more sick. He slowly picked his way towards the suspicious-seeming cloth, trying to avoid too much contact with the unfortunate victim's remains.

Again, the stuff was all over the room, so your shoes squelched over some of the remains, the very sound of the squish making you feel nauseous. As you near the cloth, you could make out something that looked like bloody scratches... long, jagged, and claw-like. However, these were not small claw marks. These were quite large, the largest was even longer than your forearm.

Again, the stuff was all over the room, so your shoes squelched over some of the remains, the very sound of the squish making you feel nauseous. As you near the cloth, you could make out something that looked like bloody scratches... long, jagged, and claw-like. However, these were not small claw marks. These were quite large, the largest was even longer than your forearm.

Micah bit the inside of his lip, trying his best to keep from regurgitating his tea and fruit. He snatched the cloth and leapt quickly back out, pushing through the doorway to get some fresher air. "What do you make of this?" he asked quickly, shoving the cloth at Xan and scraping his shoes on the ground.

Xan jumped as you suddenly leapt out of the room, his hand clasped across his chest. "Whoa, Micah, please don't scare me like that." He took one look at the cloth and twitched. "Not really sure... maybe some beast?"

Xan jumped as you suddenly leapt out of the room, his hand clasped across his chest. "Whoa, Micah, please don't scare me like that." He took one look at the cloth and twitched. "Not really sure... maybe some beast?"

"Sorry, needed to be out," he explained. "Do you think maybe it wasn't knife wounds, but thin, long, claws?" He guessed, wondering why this hadn't been discovered yet. Though it was probably because the corpse person hadn't arrived yet, and no one had dared take a close look.

"Claws?" Xan raised an eyebrow suspiciously. "Maybe, possibly, but... they'd be easily discovered if they carried the claws around in public, no? Or maybe... the claws don't belong to the murderer? Is there anything else of interest or is it just this cloth?"

Narrator suggests you go into a room, because there's nothing to see where you are now. Diana's heartbeat was even slower now, and through the panic, a deep sense of calm descended on you. There was not much time left... what was this feeling?

RIP April - she is now experiencing emotion hell. Anyway, I'm afraid I'm leaving all RPGs. I apologise .w.

Am I still in this?