[The bathtub has begun to overflow recently, judging by the damp spot near the door. The iron smell gets worse the closer she gets to the room, and its clear that there had been some sort of scuffle, however clean the area appears to be. The window to the bedroom has been broken, glass scattered inside -- a break-in, rather than an exit.
The dresser has been cleared of its contents, empty casings and trinkets scattering the floor alongside a few boxes of take out and glass bottles of assorted drinks. Blood decorates the walls in some areas, even soaks down into the ground, and smears across the bathroom door. The mirror in the bathroom is broken, but reflects a body of some sort in the tub, motionless and floating under a still-running stream of water.
In the mirror, she might catch a flash of fuchsia in the dark over her shoulder before the cold metal of a shotgun finds the back of her head.]
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The dresser has been cleared of its contents, empty casings and trinkets scattering the floor alongside a few boxes of take out and glass bottles of assorted drinks. Blood decorates the walls in some areas, even soaks down into the ground, and smears across the bathroom door. The mirror in the bathroom is broken, but reflects a body of some sort in the tub, motionless and floating under a still-running stream of water.
In the mirror, she might catch a flash of fuchsia in the dark over her shoulder before the cold metal of a shotgun finds the back of her head.]
Are you alone?