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We need a doctor, quickly!

-- Futaba, please go.

-- Futaba, please run.

You have longer legs, you could run faster...
Did Lock fit?

You have longer legs, you could have run faster...
Did the Lock work?

It worked. My logic is simple: if something goes wrong, I'll be the one taking the hits. That's why I pushed you away from the door first.

- Prove it or shut up
- Alright, we get it. Now, let's talk. Put down the gun and tell us everything in detail, - Vale tried to speak calmly, without making any sudden movements.

— I won't put it down! What if you want to kill me too!

I approached. My logic is simple: if anything happens, I'll be the one taking the hits. That's why I pushed you away from the door first.

I really want to start a new game...

and where are the teachers? Or while the characters teleport back and forth through walls and floors of the dormitory, old Duncan rests between stairwells.

Elliot takes a step back, reloads, and aims his gun towards the doorway.

- Guys, I hope you had time to reload your weapons while I was talking? - Vale asked quietly.

- No way! What if you also want to kill me!

- Why would we do that? We want to find out what happened to Ignatius, why and what happened just now, so you need to talk to us and tell us everything to help us figure it all out. We can't do it without you, Elliot.

- Did you find the sixth one? - Futaba hissed, spitting on the floor - thankfully, it wasn't her dorm. However, she didn't argue and retreated from the scene, keeping the katana's scabbard ready, but not drawn, so that any hotheads who might be overcome by idiocy wouldn't mistake her for a criminal. The move was, in fact, completely pointless, because all the teachers were probably already swarming around here, but whatever. If she encounters some teacher on her way down to the dorm entrance, she can at least tell him exactly where to go. If I see a teacher or some seemingly normal student rushing here, I'll wave and call out to him, warning him about what happened. If it's some suspicious-looking guy, I'll hide so he doesn't see me and watch what he does. If it's some obvious thief, but also a complete idiot whom I can 100% neutralize without any losses (e.g., stun him in an RP scenario), then I'll do it. I'll keep an eye not only on the approaches to the place but also on my surroundings

As Futaba goes down, she encounters Duncan rushing upstairs, but besides him, she doesn't meet anyone else. However, from the window of the second floor, she notices Laurence, her mentor, pointing an elegant-looking pistol at someone. Futaba didn't recognize the face of the person in the crosshairs, but it was clear that she wouldn't have time to run downstairs, let alone go upstairs for help.

/ And where does Lorance stand, on the street? I think Lorance is one of our own. Not 100%, of course.../

Outside.

/Right now, Futa, like in an anime, will throw her katana and knock the pestle out of her hands...
I don't know what to do. Lorance is a bit out of it; she could have tossed the dice and "predicted" some nonsense, but she also could have caught a real criminal in the act. I would watch the scene from the window more carefully first./

Without making a sound, Futaba hides behind the window, ensuring that no trace of her presence is visible from the outside, and without disturbing the scene, she absorbs everything that is happening, while also keeping an eye on what is going on in her immediate vicinity.

Hearing a gunshot from the men's dormitory, Gideon tensed, and his face grew even more somber. He would have to return there anyway, and if there was still a chance to interrupt this nightmarish spectacle, catch the culprit, and prevent further casualties, he should run now. However, he was stopped by Duncan's order. Watching the old general lumber and awkwardly waddle towards the door at the limit of his speed, the young man thought that by the time he got there, there might only be corpses left. But it seemed he would have to stay here and wait for the outcome.

A minute passed, then another... Gideon sat on a stool, staring at the empty space where Duncan had been. He felt like a prisoner awaiting the continuation of his interrogation. How could he have ended up in this situation? This was wrong. And his patience was gradually running out. He was not a prisoner, and no one was guarding or watching over him in this room. Although, perhaps he shouldn't leave. But still, he needed to do something to understand what was happening.

I'm not entirely sure where I am, but if there's a window, I'll look out of it and listen to the sounds outside; if not, I'll listen at the door.

You are in Duncan's office in the academic building, Fragment.