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Cyrus had confined himself to the tiny place of nothingness that was the zen garden. This little place had been his for the last two days. Surrounded by mind-numbing simplicity, there was nothing here for him to think about, to react to or to stress out about.  Here he could pretend for a bit that the entire hospital didn’t exist.  Though he did not lose sight of grim reality, he could be at peace.  When was the last time he had been this relaxed? When was the last time he could just sit down and not have anything of importance on his mind? The answer was six, six years. 

Perhaps there was one saving grace to this predicament. An escape from the turbulence others called life. You know, maybe it wasn’t such a bad idea to stay in this killing game for a bit, to just let the world be for what it was for a bit. To just live a simple life for a while, even if it was in confinement. Perhaps he could find rest here. Nothing could go wrong here, as long as everyone played nice.

[color=magenta]“A body has been discovered. The patients have a limited time to collect evidence before being called into the court of carnage. Do your best everyone!”[/color]

[color=D1c2bf]”Dipshits.”[/color] Sounded Cyrus’s annoyed mumble as he got up and left.

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 Noel had made herself at home next doors. The dojo had been open in her prior killing game, and she very much welcomed the opportunity to practice her moves a little. It would surprise many people how physically fit the reporter actually was. That said, she preferred to train in solitude, so very few people would know… unless she needed to defend herself, of course.  She aptly assaulted the dummy with a low kick into a punch to the throat.  Finally, she lifted the dummy and threw it over her shoulder and planted it solidly into the ground face-first.  

She smiled with satisfaction to see that she hadn’t gotten rusty. She valued her physique. In a way, it was her true secret skill as a reporter. It allowed her to go placed too dangerous for others. And in here, it was her ticket to survival.  But that privilege wasn’t for everyone, as promptly demonstrated by the sound of the body discovery announcement. 

Bloody hell.

Without time to switch out of her training gi, she rushed out of the dojo, clutching only onto her handbook. 

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Cyrus and Noel jointly arrived at the crime scene, having met up as they both left the second floor resort.  Cyrus developed a clear wrinkle of anger on his forehead by the display of cruelty before them. The lingering smoke somewhat irritated his throat, but he forced his own composure as he looked. He had so hoped that after last time, nobody would dare commit such an atrocious act again. Alas, he had been proven wrong. Apparently filth still hid amongst them.  

Noel, looking more like a martial artist than a reporter right now, grit her teeth as she solemnly stared at the lifeless  body of the female. Rarely had she seen murder committed in such a cruel manner. This wasn’t a spur of the moment. It was very clear that someone had taken their time to kill her. It was a sickening display. She forced away a few tears that tried to escape her eyes. [color=897691]”I’m sorry, Marianne.”[/color] She whispered softly [color=897691]”We failed you.”[/color]

Cyrus felt an anger boiling up inside him, an instinctive movement made his hand reach for his glasses. But no, this wasn’t the time for that. He had to remain calm. He had to channel that anger right now, for her sake.  He stood up straight and made himself audible. [color=D1c2bf]”Everyone, a tragedy has befallen us once again. I am sure we all deeply mourn our loss. Rightly so.”[/color] He paused for a bit, taking a moment to recompose himself as the emotion in his voice had gotten very apparent. [color=D1c2bf]”However, one person here right now is not in mourning. One is quietly reveling in their deed.  I implore you all to join me in finding Marianne’s murderer. Let us bring peace to Marianne’s soul, and teach all that nobody shall get away with murder.” [/color]  He turned back to Marianne’s corpse, and bowed his head in mourning for another few seconds before approaching solemnly for investigation.