>>5792257>"As a gentleman of refined taste, I have a foot fetish and I occasionally smell shoes that are left unattended.”>Follow him stealthilyYou notice that the man is wearing a repulsive tribal headpiece adorned with dual crescent moons. He descends the fire escape and dashes towards a waiting, black sedan bearing New York license plate NLY-1332, then speeds away. There’s not anything else you can do. Even as a trained ninja, you can’t catch up with a car. You step into the room, only to be confronted with the grisly sight of Jackson Elias sprawled on the floor in a pool of blood. His intestines have been brutally ripped out; the atrocity is recent, perhaps no more than an hour old. His personal effects and luggage remain untouched, but the room's disheveled state hints at a thorough search. You open the door for the rest of the team.
<span class="mu-r">(Change of point of view: Jamal)</span>
You quietly watch Nagisa as she slips her slender feet back into her sneakers, entertaining the thought of giving her to more stealth missions for a chance to indulge in that tantalizing and addictive scent.
Upon encountering the lifeless body, the Bad Luck Woman appears greatly distressed, muttering unintelligible words to herself. It's a language that feels unfamiliar, unlike anything you've ever heard before.
"Cool, a dead man," Amelia says. "I'm quite used to those, because I like to hang out in the cemetery in the middle of the night. Jamal, you might be a pervert, but you're definitely fun to hang around with." She retrieves her cellphone and starts snapping photos from various angles.
Aika chuckles in response, adding, "I've known Jamal since childhood, and trust me, he's no pervert. He's a virgin nerd who spends his days buried in history books. The only lady he cares about is Nefertiti, and she's been mummified for over 5000 years."
You, however, are in no mood for playful banter (nor correcting Aika’s inaccurate statement about Nefertiti). The loss of your friendship with Elias weighs on you, and the gruesome murder has left you unnerved. As a Black man, you fear the possibility of being wrongfully accused, arrested, or even being shot dead by the cops. You find the entire situation profoundly unsettling.
>Thoroughly search the room>Thoroughly search the room and then report the murder to the police>Flee!>Write-in 