It would be a lot of trouble to get caught here, but just have to be quick. The lock on the door doesn't seem lie anything too special that I haven't done before. Giving a quick look over my shoulder, I grab one of my spare hairpins to use to attempt to pick it.
"Ah~" I look at the time. Has it really been that long. "Sorry, I had to discuss something with director and it took longer then I thought it would." I sat down behind the desk. Thruthfuly, after the meeting with the director I was not in the mood to play with the boy... What to do... "How have you been?" I asked, turning my attention to the boy. Maybe fixing him a little would help me in a long run?
Spoiler: Lockpicking Roll Difficulty 6: 61+10, 31+10, 82+10 Kneeling down, you slide the hairpins into the lock, practiced hands feeling the tumblers clunk and fall. Standing and trying the handle, you feel it press down freely. The old door creaks and slides open, and beyond you see an undecorated hallway stretching out into darkness, the walls bare concrete, old rusty pipes running along them. You hear nothing more, beyond the occasional bump of an old pipe.
"Oh, I uh, I've been thinking about my mom a lot. About what happened to her." Jacob looks down. "I can't believe...It must have been so horrible, being trapped in a cell with a violent maniac."
Weird. I was sure I heard a proper noise, but it might just be because it's late. But...just to be sure, I give it a final look and if nothing else I should probably reset the look and get back before anyone notices.
Spoiler: Awareness Difficulty 6+1 (Dark) Stumbling through the darkness, using your flashlight to see, you squeeze your buxom frame down the hallway and between the pipes, until you come to a small circular room. The smell of weed hangs heavy in the air, and as you find a few old blunts on the cold concrete floor, you're ready to dismiss the place as a druggie hangout spot - maybe a patient got spooked by a rat, or something. Then, you see liquid on the wall, and focus the light on it. Blood, and by the vibrant redness of it, it's fresh. Not too much - you're no expert, but you'd guess that if someone had died or been seriously injured here there'd be more. Still, there's enough to say that this wasn't from a paper cut. Above the blood, you shine your light up to where the wall meets the ceiling, and see writing in chalk. The text is frantic, hurried, hard to read. But you recognise the drawings - occult symbols you've come to know well over the past few months. Plus, you recognise a few dead languages - Sanskrit, Aramean, a few others. They're from multiple different cultures, and you don't know why they'd all be scribbled here. Perhaps you could decipher something - if there's anything to decipher, but you figure your room would be a much better place for that.
These are! Was this...no, These didn't look like the things you see in the Malleus Malefficarum or the Songs of Arioch. These were more complicated. Looked like...kind of a mash of different things. What was this? Why did someone draw this? They...had to have gotten into the maintence room, right? And they obviously didn't break in if I had to force open the look to get in...so one of them had to have had keys, right? Still...this was pretty comprehensive even with working with so little. They had to have known what they were doing for whatever this was... Instinctively, I get out my phone to take a few pictures with the shutter off to review later. I couldn't be caught sneaking in and out to go back and forth to look over them later, but...all I really needed was the pictures anyway. Finishing taking a good library of them, I make my way to get into the annoying process of trying to resecure the lock on the room, like I was never there, and after that, to sneak off to my room before anyone would notice.
I kept my face carefully blank, even giving him a symphatethic look. Horrible, yeah. The slut tried to fight first three minutes the assault of three drugged man, before resigning herself to her fate. After an hour she was quite eager. Only after next four hours later she starte pleading for mercy, saying how she was going to break. It was soo much fun watching the whore begging for mercy, while squirting at the same time. Really the slut was given more pleasant death she deserved. The drug used on patient that gangraped Ami was not perfect. It certainly raised agression and endurance, but it reduced the control over themselves and aftereffects left them tired. It still required work, before it could be sold to military. I kept silent, allowing the boy to continue.
\ Spoiler: Luck Roll D10: 8 Heading back to the door, you begin to imagine someone entering the cramped hallway the way you came in, blocking your escape. It never happens, though, and you sneak your way back to your room without issue, breathing a sigh of relief. Everything's as you left it when you got out of bed this morning, except for a small box in front of the door. Opening it, you see a small glass bottle of nail polish.
"I've been thinking about it, even if I don't want to, playing what happened in my head over and over." Jacob continues. "It just...doesn't make sense that she'd let herself get trapped in a cell like that. No one's perfect, but she worked here for nearly twenty years. She knew better." The boy starts to seem suspicious - not directly of you, but suspicious nonetheless.
I hummed. He was a director's kid after all. I wanted to smile. "If I repeat a single action enough many times, even a dangerous one, I would become so used to it, I would stop taking care of it, acting on a autopilot. Those are the most common causes of accidents." I leaned back. "She might have been thinking about something and not paid a proper attention to what she was doing... after all, she done it soo many times." I closed my eyes, then leaned back in my seat. "Do you remember how she acted that day? Anything different? Or it was just another common day?" I asked as I looked at him.
"N-No, that's not what she was like!" He insists, looking at you. "No, she was like she always was. Well, I suppose... I remember she seemed really happy that day. I asked her why, and she was really cagey about it. But she was pleased about something. But I still don't think that would make her make a mistake that bad."
"So, you suspect foul play..." I hummed. Well, he wasn't wrong. " Maybe you are just trying to give a greater sense to a senseless tragedy?" I asked. I did not push it further, I just needed to plant a seed of doubt. Let the boy grow it. "You said, you are thinking about it, which part of it?" I asked, curious.
"Well, I mean, like I said... Just like, how she could have gotten into that situation. Why the safety measures weren't followed." Jacob says. Spoiler: Human perception roll Difficulty 5: It doesn't take a trained psychologist to tell that that's not the only thing he's imagined.
He actually brought it. Maybe that's not too surprising but...knowing this means they've been in my room recently, I give it a quick look over to be sure everything is still in it's place before heading to bed for now.
(Sorry, I meant he left it on the outside of the door. My bad.) Examining your room and the various items you've decorated it with, you spot no trace of tampering.
It would still be nice to have anyway even if I didn’t seriously want it that much. Picking up the bottle, I move it to the counter and crawl into bed to sleep.
(Sorry, I missed your reply) I hummed as he answered, internally smiling. Yes, I wonder how far I could push it. "But that is not all, isn't it?" I asked in calm voice. "That isn't even a main thing on your mind." I looked at him, now silent, allowing him to gather enough courage to continue.
Spoiler: Awareness Roll Difficulty 7: 28, 34 - 0 Successes As your eyes droop, sheets pulled tight over your body to surround yourself with warmth, you miss the pair of eyes at your window, gazing within. Your eyes quickly close, and you drift away. Your eyes open, and as you look around, you find yourself looking at a hospital ward, shiver running up your spine as you experience a wave of discomfort at the unliked locale. Looking around, you see no one - no nurses, no patients. Just silence, and a long corridor stretching ahead of you and behind you.
"I just..." The young man gulps nervously. "Mom was a beautiful woman. Those animals were always making comments about her body...about things they wanted to do to her. Why would she let herself get put in a position where they could do it?"
