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That last letter you read is crumpled up and stained with what you could assume is tears. Though it's been so long you can't quite confirm that's the case. Some part of you feels like these might be useful later, so you put them into your pockets.
>REGRETUL LETTERS acquired. (A relationship smothered.)
You do a quick sweep of the room to see what else you could find of value here (that you can actually drag out). It takes you a while to be confident that you searched the place completely. You take stock on the various knickknacks you found.
LOOT FROM ROOM 4!
>ACTRESS ID CARD (A young girl with a boyish face is on the card. The name is illegible. Can access certain rooms your other ID card can not.)
>HIGH CLASS JEWELRY x4 (Various necklaces and rings made out of gold and silver. Worth a fortune, can easily be used as a barter resource. Can be worn in an accessory slot for +1 CHARM.)
>$250 (Attached to it was a note reading "For a good girl who stays quiet -Z". Who's Z?)
>PAINKILLER BOTTLE (Nearly empty, only has three doses left. Grants a +2d6 bonus to any FLESH check when consumed.)
>BOTTLE OF EXPENSIVE WINE (Sharing this with someone is liable to make them love you. Improves RAPPORT of an ally by 1 permanently.)
"Hallo?" You turn around to see Gregory standing in the door frame. "Are you busy? I would like to know you wanted to show me." He's rubbing his arm with an awkward look on his face. After you pocket the various goodies you got, you nod your head. "Lead the way, then." He steps away from the doorway.
The two of you begin to head up the staircase leading up to Phillip's room, though he doesn't know that yet. It's probably a good idea to tell him beforehand. "You know, I found this very interesting room up here. A room with a ritual circle of all things."
"Is that so? Do you know anything about the person there?" Your conversation is the only sound throughout the whole apartment. It's kinda eerie, you swear you would be hearing the others digging around their rooms.
You end up in the pitch black WORKERS floor. "Well, first off, do you got a flashlight? It's dark in here." You slide on your night vision googles so you're not wandering around blind. Gregory chuckles at the mere implication of needing a flashlight. "I don't need one. My eyes can see just fine."
"Is that so?" You chuckle as you head down the hallway. The laughing dies in your throat when you see how he's following you just fine, as if he could see right through the darkness. "Guess so, huh." It doesn't take long for the two of you to be outside of Phillip's room.
You open the door. "This is the room of a Phillip Smith." You pinch your nose to tolerate the stench still lingering in the room before stepping inside. Gregory doesn't follow you immediately but eventually forces himself to. <span class="mu-b">Regret</span> on every inch of Gregory's face while he stares at Phillip's body.
<<span class="mu-b">"I just wanted him out of the studio. I didn't think he would kill himself!"</span>>
