Brave Sir Robin Ran Away... [closed]
There’s a minute trail of blood leading away from the frigid halls of Engineering and Neuropathy, spattered here and there, mostly blending in with the meaty surroundings, but still quite evident. Seasoned observes might notice that the droplets are paced fairly far apart, indicating that the donor was running (or jogging, at any rate).
Judging from the mess in the corridors nearby, this one’s speedy getaway was justified.
Follow the trail, if you must. It’ll lead almost directly-there’s a temporary deviation towards the Hangars-to Yoshimi Ito’s personal quarters.
The disheveled man inside, cursing furiously at his cellphone and searching haphazardly for something to plug his bloody nose, is definitely not Yoshimi.
[[Note: Takes place right after this thread.]]