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You and Pepper don’t even need to say anything as you simultaneously glance at each other! With all the grace of a leopard in a <span class="mu-s">TRENDY TRACKSUIT,</span> you lead the charge across the carpet and towards the sound of the mystery mover!
Though it’s slow-going, the plush rug muffles your footsteps pretty well–doubly so for your smaller partner. If whatever you’re stalking senses your presence, it doesn’t stop to look, and as you reach the corner of the hall you presume the sound is originating from, you motion for the journalist to keep quiet before going for a peek!
You hold your breath as an icy finger runs down your spine. Whatever this is, you reason, is probably the thing that stabbed Cammy. You doubt you’ll fare any different if it sees <span class="mu-i">you</span>...
Peeking around the corner at a glacial pace, you freeze in place when you immediately see your quarry: lumbering down the hall with a drunken pace is a veritable <span class="mu-i">mountain</span> of a figure–its bulk wrapped in some kind of black jumpsuit!
That’s not all, though. As Pepper creeps underneath you to get a look as well, the pint-sized paparazzi barely stifles a gasp as she sees what you see–not to mention the <span class="mu-s">BLOOD-FLECKED MACHETE</span> hanging from the shape’s elephantine gloved hand!
Words and thoughts fail you as the figure continues its slow march down the hall. It looks bigger than the students, you reason, but still…
Still spellbound by what you see, you almost miss the faint glare of Pepper’s <span class="mu-s">CAMERA LENS</span> as she moves to take a picture!
>LET HER!
>STOP HER!
>WRITE-IN!
