[Yasu was a shivering wreck on her first plunge into the containment chamber. The monsters, the specter of death, the dread of knowing one among their number had killed another and was willing to sacrifice the rest... it'd nearly crushed her.

Now, she just feels numb. Yasu can't tell if that's better or worse.

As soon as she takes the stand and everyone is in their positions, Yasu shares her own findings, most of her usual stutter gone. (Most.)]

I'll make this, um, quick. The art room wasn't as messy as it should be. Several spots of paint and other stuff that was on the floor weren't there when we walked in and saw... t- the corpse.

Many of the weirdly clean parts were on the path to Thomasin's, um, body. It's nothing conclusive, but my hunch is the culprit was splashed with paint and tried to cover their tracks.

...apparently we've, er. All learned from last week.