Summer’s apartment is empty, gone still and silent without its mistress’ vibrant personality to fill it up. Though the clutter remains (books, movies, gadgets stacked and spread and piled haphazardly), it seems oddly forlorn.

The door is unlocked, though closed, and there are no cats, either, quartering what seems frighteningly like rubble for their mistress. Her phone lies abandoned on the kitchen counter, keyboard clicked open. A wan light flashes on and off, indicating messages, though the screen is dark. Beside it lies a neat paper, folded over and addressed ‘Marie’.

In fact, all the screens are dark, and there is no electronic hum nor indicator light on any of the various machinery. Her bed, tucked in the back bedroom, is half-made, with little sign of any body having been there the night before.

It is here, in the bathroom attached, that there is any sign Summer has done more than simply step out briefly — hairbrush on the floor, bottles knocked over, shower curtain torn down. More telling is a scorch mark on the tile, and the lingering odor of burnt hair.

[be aware of this, but do not reply yet. you will be expected to get in touch with the other roleplayers to find out what has happened to Summer. further messages will come to your askbox regarding what happens next.]