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It just occurred to me that no one formally sent in an ask for the layout of the bathroom..! Let's remedy that. Koro will, yet again, look around the bathroom.

The room is dull and sterile (except for the rose soap lmao). The tiling shows a marvelous range of black to grey, and the flickering fluorescent lightbulbs seem like they’re barely working.

There is a row of black stalls along the wall, and black countertop across from it, where the sinks are. There’s a wall length mirror.

The Thin Line Between Life and Death

<<SUMIRE SUMIDA HAS BEEN FOUND GUILTY>>

<<COMMENCING EXECUTION...>>

Sumire was dragged at blinding speeds from the trial room, rightfully declared guilty for the crime she had committed. She was being dragged her throat no less, so her pain was an unbearable one, but she’d been through worse… she was surrounded by pitch black, and it soon enough consumed her senses to the point that her mind couldn’t control her senses anymore. She blacked out soon enough.

When Sumire came to, she was being held up by her hair. She didn’t exactly react at first, but that’s because she was more aware of the fact that her feet were not on or anywhere near solid ground. She let her eyes open and found that she was several yards off of the ground, being carried by someone who was climbing a ladder. She slowly reached up and grabbed their hand to ease her pain a little, trying to look up and see who it was. The hand was cold. And whoever it was, was in a black and white body suit. She couldn’t see their face, but she could see that her hair was now in a ponytail, and she was wearing a silky red leotard, encrusted with beautiful red crystals. Her sleeves were sheer, and clung to her skin as her senses heightened and allowed her to become uncomfortably aware of her surroundings. Before she knew it, the performer was dragging her over the edge of a platform, releasing her and backing away into the shadows. She picked herself up and winced, patting her head and looking around. The room was almost entirely dark, except for two overhead lights illuminating a long, thin rope. The platform she stood on resembled one she would normally start her performances on, allowing her to deduce that this was a circus rope. Music played faintly, and a light shove from a figure that she couldn’t see allowed her to believe that she was to walk across this thing. Easy enough. She took a step out and instantly began sliding. And with that, she groaned and slipped to her hands. She dangled from the rope’s mid-point, and looked down to her feet. They had been left bare, and were bleeding from the abrasiveness of the rope. Her hands burned, and she looked up to see that they, too, had begun to bleed. The rope was very old, splintering and creaking. She winced, but began to pull herself together, as well as closer to the rope. She might as well try to stand on it. Just holding on would kill her arms, and she couldn’t exactly see a net below. As she began to regain her balance, she took a deep breath. Only to have it shook out of her by a sudden jostling of the rope. She quickly regained her balance, but didn’t dare move. She looked from side to side, seeing two shadowy figures emerge on either end. Both wore black and white suits and masks, moving like willows closer and closer down the rope. Sumire could hear the straining of the rope beneath her, and only bit her lip as it dug deeper and deeper into her wounds. Were these two… human, she wondered briefly? In this place, it wouldn’t surprise her…

With time they only encroached closer and closer, so dangerously close. Sumire crouched down and held on to the rope as tightly as she could in hopes that this was just some mind trick of the young host’s doing. However… all movement stopped. She slowly looked up to see that both figures had stopped on either side of her. They only stared down at her with empty gazes for a silent moment. A gruelling, intensely silent moment. Before Sumire could say a word, they both leapt up in the air. Sumire’s eyes widened and she watched helplessly as they both landed at the exact same time on the rope, snapping the thin string in two. Sumire felt the only grounding she had disappear entirely from under her. Her breathing hitched in her throat as she watched the ceiling slowly grow increasingly distant. It was strange, but… Sumire felt calm. She even closed her eyes, waiting for her body to make impact with the ground and steal her life away for having done the same. She could see the smiling face of Kin’ya, almost as if it were imprinted on her eyelids. She could see Haruhisa… his life as she raised him, their precious son… she could feel tears welling in her eyes, but this was halted by the sickening sound of slicing flesh. Her eyes snapped open, and she looked over her shoulder to see the two beings who had sealed her fate on the rope. Or rather, what remained of them. Straining her eyes, she could see the faint glimmer of a wire net only a few yards below, thin and taut enough to have sliced her assailants to ribbons. Sumire only watched the net grow closer, almost as if everything were in slow motion, before she closed her eyes for one last glimpse of her beautiful, happy family. The one she was leaving behind in order to keep them safe…

This would be the last thing Sumire would ever see, before her body would be sliced into unidentifiable chunks of what was once, Sumire Akamine.

Sumire Sumida, the Super High School Level Funambulist, has been executed.

Lucida checks under the victims bed

She’d find Maemi searching for clues, and nothing else.

Lucida checks out the storage room, what is the state of that room?

Well, two crates seem to be disturbed relatively recently. One of them contains a bunch of knives, and the other contains numerous containers of rose soap.

Time f4 senka to look around the parlor

Time f4 Senka to find nothing there.

Oh my, what a ghastly development! Maemi decides the best use of her time is to check under the bed. Is there anything there?

Nope! Nothing there except for Maemi, searching for clues.

Lucida investigates the fatal wound on the victim's neck, what is the state of the cut? Is it straight, jagged, or anything of that sort? Also how deep is the wound?

The wound was a relatively straight cut. It was deep enough to sever the victim’s carotid artery, but there isn’t an excessive amount of gore.

Takeo is gonna take stock of what's in the storage room- anything interesting? Anything missing?

Well, two crates seem to be disturbed lately. One contains a bunch of knives, and the other contains rose soap like that found in the bathroom. Weird how things turn out like that.

Shigeo does not need this narration sass, and he goes to look at and in the tables by the bed.

Shigeo may not need them it but he’s sure as hell gonna get it. There’s nothing on the tables either.

Koro checks if the sink is still wet? Was it used recently?

Indeed it was; the sink is still moist.

Shigeo looks at the vanity.

Oh my god it’s hideous.

Oh wait, it’s just Shigeo.

Senka is gonna use the soap later to wash his sinful body. Speaking of soap, Senka is gonna head to the bathroom and check out the place

Good idea Senka. Wicked smaht.

In the bathroom, he’d find Koro looking at the sink. Hi Koro!

At the sink, there’s a rose soap identical to those that Senka had seen in the storage room, and there are some traces of blood in the sink.

Shigeo looks in the room's trunk.

Inside the room’s trunk was absolutely nothing.

Nothing after nothing came bursting out!

Koro inspects.. the bathroom!

Koro would notice a rose soap by the sink. Someone must’ve gotten it from the storage room.

If they looked into the sink, they’d find that there seems to be some blood in the basin. Someone didn’t do a very good job of cleaning the sink after they used it.

Let's try the storage room now I guess. Anything cool/deadly/s u s p i c i o u s in here?

Whoa Senka, that’s wicked smaht!

In the storage room, Senka would notice that two crates seem to be opened, and their normally ordinary contents have been fiddle-diddled with.

The first is a crate of knives. You don’t know how many were in there to begin with, but it’s open now. Perhaps someone was cooking?

The other one is a crate of soaps. They’re all identical, and they smell like roses. Refreshing. But not exactly very helpful.

Helpful to the case, that is. I’m sure Senka would find some soap really useful.

Phi calmly approaches Minho's dead body and checks his neck for the severity of his wound.

Fatal.

No missing knife, no problem!!! Senka is still gonna look around the kitchen for anything that may be out of place.

The only thing out of place in the kitchen is an asshole (pictured below).

What a dick.

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