[ the inside of the bucket shows traces of water still inside, though not much, but little else. in tilting the bucket, there is also something else noteworthy -- traces of blood along the edges of the bottom. it isn't freshly drawn, but not so old that it has entirely dried against the wood.
merrin hastens her steps and takes a long look around the space, the sight of the bucket striking heartache in her. ]
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merrin hastens her steps and takes a long look around the space, the sight of the bucket striking heartache in her. ]
Hazel! Hazel, are you out there?!
[ her voice echoes without a response. ]