[Cassandra looks... tired. Every investigation had started early in the day, but this one felt just exhausting.
Add in the current state of her appearance; very noticeable blood stains the sleeves of her flannel shirt while she carries in something wrapped in an outfit out of the costume room. She sets it carefully on the podium in front of her and just... breathes out, visibly sagging a bit.]
I, uh... found Eurydice in the costume room. The place was a mess, and someone had cut out fabric from four bolts in the room. She had a jagged cut along her neck, probably from something bigger than a knife. The murder weapon might have been... well.
[She unfolds the outfit. Nestled inside is, well, a pickaxe.]
This was buried in the clothes there. Along with signs that someone was sick in there.
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Add in the current state of her appearance; very noticeable blood stains the sleeves of her flannel shirt while she carries in something wrapped in an outfit out of the costume room. She sets it carefully on the podium in front of her and just... breathes out, visibly sagging a bit.]
I, uh... found Eurydice in the costume room. The place was a mess, and someone had cut out fabric from four bolts in the room. She had a jagged cut along her neck, probably from something bigger than a knife. The murder weapon might have been... well.
[She unfolds the outfit. Nestled inside is, well, a pickaxe.]
This was buried in the clothes there. Along with signs that someone was sick in there.
[What else...]
There were coins over her eyes.