>>24581622 >You returned stubborn can to the cupboard again. You will have to think how you can open it later. Your eyes gazed upon drawer, the one in which you have found your knife, still containing some cutlery. Just forks and spoons, opener still haven't magically appeared inside. >With a heavy sight you have brought books, cloak and dresses and put them by the fireplace, each separately. They should start to dry out now. >One more time you have approached locked bathroom doors, bothered by constant thoughts of what might be awaiting you inside. >This was the only room you haven't visited yet, curiousity was unbearable anymore. Light of your magic appeared around the lock while you've been trying to open it. >Moving tiny pistons inside was a hard task, they resisted your force if you weren't focused enough. Yet you have finally heard a click, after what seemed to be an hour. Very tired from all recent usage of magic, you pushed the door. >It slowly opened, allowing you to take a peek into small, windowless room, to see a bathtube, locker with a mirror, washing mashine... >And a body. >Middle-aged stallion hanging from the ceiling, rope tied to some pipe. >He wasn't smelling yet, the body is pretty fresh. A day, two? >There was a piece of paper lying near toppled stool.
[And this is it for about five hours, I must go and work my ass off during nightshift. Thank you for playing. Keep the thread alive if you wish so.]