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FILE 4 - ROBLOX CASE #5 / CODENAME : THE KITSUNES
DAY 1 - DISCOVERY[]
Alright so, has anyone seen a group on ROBLOX called the Kitsunes? Because I've been seeing it everywhere on groups, chats, and games. I'm currently gonna do an investigation on it tomorrow so I can L̵̨̛͕̹͓̮̗̣͔̱͉̭̞̠͛͌͌͆̓́̆̑̌͘ͅẺ̷̢̢̫͉̲̖̺̫̮̮͍̖̱̼̲̋͌A̸̧̭̮̩̥͔͛̌̑͑̆̽͘͝R̸̡͍͉̣̬͈̟̝͖̋͆̈͝N̷̛̰̜̩͎͔̩̠̥͍̐͛̉͗̌̓͛̊̓͋̏̿͂̑̕͝ͅ more. I haven't been feeling the greatest ever since I discovered this, thing. Everyone is going wild about the strange ROBLOX group, some even panicking that their accounts will get hacked. -sigh- I'm gonna go get some rest, I'm hoping for the best.
DAY 2 - BETRAYED[]
I was walking down an alleyway with my friend Kyle to find out some clues with him. I brought some tools like a magnifying glass to see some tiny things. But now, let's get to the main topic. The Kitsunes must be stopped. If there is some way we find some personal things that involve some addresses or personal objects, I will use those things against them.
-sigh-
J : Kyle, you know about the Kitsunes right?
But then, I quickly saw the Kitsune Mask right in his backpack. My eyes watered, how could he do this?
K : I do, why-
I gripped him by the neck, that DAMN traitor. He smiled. Then whistled. But then I realized it was TOO LATE.
I sprinted across the alleyway, they're coming for me. I ran to my house and was tired, I boarded up the windows and locked all entrances to the house. I told my parents everything that happened, and then we hid in the basement.
I looked for supplies, oh god. I could already hear them breaking in. But luckily, I found a Mossberg Shotgun on the wall. I didn't know how to work with a gun though. But I could shoot them dead.
I ran upstairs, there they was. I fired a shot at one of the cultist's arm. Injuring him and causing him to fall to the ground. But that only made matters WORSE. They didn't see me though but they looked everywhere except for the basement. I slowly put my footsteps down on the basement stairs, creaking. I found some ammo boxes along the way and some bulletproof armor. I collected those. But a feeling came down my spine.
What if this was all a dream? Was it not real? No. I didn't believe that feeling. I ran upstairs again, only to find bloody trails leading to the kitchen. They had bags too, like they were stealing stuff. I fired another shot, but this time going through the other cultist's chest.
DAY 3 - THE ASYLUM[]
I passed out, I was losing consciousness. I could only hear THE SCREAMS inside my own head. Fights there and there. But I woke up after a few hours, I was in a hospital bed. Doctors with gas masks surrounded me. This was my end. Was it? No.
D1 : You ok there? We found you laying in [ REDACTED ], Roger Lemelin.
D2 : You're lucky they didn't find you, those crazies are now locked up here.
Who were they? What did they work for?
J : What? The only thing I only remember shooting some cultists. Then passing out.
Suddenly, I was injected with some medicine to forget about the incident, now I'm just at my house. Eating healthy and doing great.