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[meme goes here later...see u later space carboy]

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cw: blood, injury - WEEK TWO - SATURDAY, POST-TRIAL

[impacter]

[Wow! What a nice night to be a ghost.

Drifting into the practice rooms will show a dark line of black blood dotting the halls, as though someone was injured and in a hurry.

Following the line leads to the piano room. Red reflects off the white surfaces befor you even turn the corner. The piano has been jostled to one side ans its bench to another, overturned. The floor is smeared with red and black, dark flower petals sticking in the mess and splatters against one of the walls.

In the midst of it sits Solomon. The back of his shirt and one of his sleeves have been torn open in a vibrant and angry dance of red, his jacket currently being pressed into his injured arm as he works on trying to keep his breath steady. Red oozes with the black fabric of his outfit from the open stab wound at the back of his ribs.

Everything is still warm and wet. Whatever happened here wasn't all that long ago, and Solomon is not exactly expecting company, too focused on his arm.

Hello, ghosts. Is it time to haunt a little?]