It’s a small apartment bedroom. The door has been kicked open, and the lock is broken. Presumably, the door was locked. Now, it is hanging askew against the wall.

To the left side of the room, right after entering the room, there is a relatively large wooden dresser. To the front there is a small space that leads to the wooden bedside table. There are no items found on the surface of either the dresser or the bedside table.

To the left of the table, there is a single bed. The blood-spattered white sheets are tangled, and a corpse is propped against the corner of the wall.

His black hair is matted to his face, his eyes still open. Blood has dried across his nose and the lower part of his face, after having poured from the bullet wound in the space between his eyes.

The floor is covered with a carpet. A few muddy boot prints are smudged in, but they stop right next to the bed, close to the bedside table. There are no prints of the intruder exiting out the door again.

*Meeting starts*

*3 people left*

Yellow: I saw red kill in the medbay!!!

Red: What! I was all the way over in O2!

Orange: Kinda sus-

Red: How the heck- is that sus?

Yellow: sus.

Red: Ok- well, where was the body?

Yellow: On the scan.

Red: Impossible, I was in O2.

Orange: Well one of you is lying!

Red: How do we know it’s not you???

Yellow: Yeah- how do we know?

Orange: You guys are idiots! I have scan, I can show you!

Red: Susssssss.

Orange: HOW THE HECK-

Yellow: Any last words, orange?

Orange: Oh you guys are gonna feel so bad when yo-

*Orange was not the Imposter*