<span style="font-weight: bold">Resha</span><br/><br/>...sorry, I haven't written yours yet - but there's more to find in the bedroom! Shall I do it as if you've run a full search?<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Aiyaka</span><br/><br/>The hatch opens onto a shaft of some kind, dark enough that you can only see half-a-dozen feet down till it vanishes into the blackness. It’s lined with aged, crumbling red bricks, patches of moss growing from the mortar, a corroding iron stepladder bolted to the closest wall. From the darkness below, the drip and burble of liquid can be heard…<br/><br/>“Are… are you sure it’s safe?” Marija asks no-one in particular, and Aiyaka feels small mousegirl-paws clutching one of her soft, warm tails… None of the other girls answers, but Vesele hugs Marija close anyway.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Cyra</span><br/><br/>“Oh,” the beegirl offers, flittering round to alight on your shoulder. “I can help you with that!” She exclaims. “There’s a back-door that leads into the kitchen which<span style="font-style: italic">should</span>be wide enough for you.” She listens, for a moment, and, on the very edge of hearing, there’s the highest of high-pitched buzzing. “Some of the girls went up the stairs, and some went down the stairs,” she continues…