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Whoever left those footsteps seemed to have spent a long time in this room. There were tracks leading to and from a large bookcase, across to the empty desk, then back to the door. It was clear, as well, that they had not left empty-handed. The bookshelf was barren—suspiciously so—and the documents that were there seemed to have been taken out and put back- checked, perhaps, for something specific. The documents mostly seemed to be the personal files of a few individuals: the Director, whose files were mostly still on the shelf, and Dr Bates, whose files had been neatly arranged in a pile on a chair by the door.
There didn't seem to be much else to investigate here.
"No, it's not. Conscience, alone, is meaningless. You can feel as bad about your actions as you want and cry and moan and weep, but none of that does any good for anyone else if you just keep making the same mistakes day in and day out. That just makes you the most pathetic sinner in the bunch, but you're still just as guilty as the rest of them."
She walked into the side room and began to collect some files that had been left behind. Some concrete information on both the Director and this Cameron Bates fell-... lady. Hmm. Well, at the very least, that would come in handy.
"Change is what saves us. Making an effort to be better than we were yesterday. Choosing to not repeat our sins. That is how you save yourself, Miss Lucia. Now, I don't know if the director had a gun to Ms. Bates' head the whole time. I don't know what the consequences of insubordination would've been. I don't know if she was aware of what she was getting into when she started working here, and I couldn't tell you she simply felt like it was easier to continue ruining people than it was to try to build a life elsewhere. I'll pass my own judgements when I understand the entire situation a little better. But Ms. Bates 'feeling bad' about all the people she helped murder day in and day out means little to nothing in my eyes if it wasn't enough to stop the experiments."
And then the holy warrior chimed in about her concerns for the town's safety. To which Kore furrowed her brow and nodded slowly; less confused about what was said and more why it had been said in the first place.
"Yes, Ms. Lucia. I did just say, a few seconds ago, that I'd need to either find the code to that elevator or evacuate this town before diving digging any deeper. But we still need to have a decent story to tell the town to get them moving. When it comes to swaying public opinion, first impressions matter more than I'd like to admit. So..."
She shunted the files into the void. More evidence to use against this place. Then pulled out her phone.
"Let's leave the rest of this place be for now. I'm going to get as much photo evidence of this place as I can then take it to the Still Creek Chief of Police," despite her good intentions, there was a sinister look in her eyes, "And If he actually wants to keep his job, then he'll have no choice but to listen."