Live Action Mafia

She fights her way through the snowstorm, eyes partially blinded by the cold winter air. In the distance, the lights of Lobby 7 appear to be but a flicker.

As she approaches the old building and stomps her way upstairs, she is vaguely aware of the shadow following her.

Death, or something.

But then again, it could just be her God the [ambi][bene][male]volent Robot Overlord, going on patrol.

Or the increasingly morbid amorphous pink blob, sliding through the halls in search of a snack.

Briefly, she considers heading back to her room for a nap.

A shot rings out.

ltchin died in Pecker lounge at 10:18pm.

Day has been extended until 11:34pm.