[center][u][color=c4df9b]Lauren C. Watson[/color][/u][/center]

Lauren was the second one on the seen, looking to see what the issue is with the generator. She was in her room, idly messing around with a spare heater to cool her thoughts, when the power flickered. Concern creased her brow and the young woman took a moment to put everything back together and then went to investigate. She briefly caught sight of Niels heading back into his room.

A short walk later, she peered around the corner. [color=c4df9b]"Hello?"[/color] She called out meekly. She yelped when she saw the second- or possibly third- casualty of this apparent battle. [color=c4df9b]"Jesus!"[/color]

[color=c4df9b]"Oh, Lord."[/color] As other people joined her in the room, Lauren was clearly uncomfortable in the room and instead chose to hover outside. She was quiet. The identity of the killer was yet to be revealed. It felt like the person who did it wasn't in this very room, that it wasn't one of them. That there was some shadowy, nefarious outsider stalking them. But that wasn't the case. It was one of them.

[color=c4df9b]"I don't know. He didn't kill anybody. That's what I thought- what I knew."[/color] She said quietly. [color=c4df9b]"But I guess it doesn't matter anymore."[/color]