eight.

[donotstab]

[video/action? post; some residents of the fifth floor might have noticed Masada camping outside his room since the mirrors went back. He's looking particularly anxious, sitting on the ground with his knees pulled up to his chest. The feed seems to be coming from a small PDA on the floor beside him.]

I-I left the room... but it won't go back to

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[wants_ur_ears]

That looks unpleasant. Are you hurt?

LATE REPLY ajshsdf sorry

[donotstab]

No.

[wants_ur_ears]

Well... if it's not cleaning itself up, perhaps that's how you want it to be? Subconsciously?

[donotstab]

No.

Madotsuki... why would you do this? That can't be right. She wouldn't do this she wouldn't go this far

My piano...

[wants_ur_ears]

There are other pianos here, you know.

[donotstab]

But... they killed it.

[wants_ur_ears]

Pianos are things. You can't kill things.

[donotstab]

There was blood everywhere...

[wants_ur_ears]

Pianos definitely don't bleed either.

this logic is infallible B|

[donotstab]

...Then why was it there?

Clearly. D|

[wants_ur_ears]

Maybe someone else was killed in your room.

[donotstab]

But... it's in the piano, too.

If it was a person, they would be back by now...

[wants_ur_ears]

Not necessarily.

[donotstab]

I left the room.