death 1 second game

The Lounge reeks of alcohol.  The scents mix, aromatic wines, sturdy beers, sweet and crisp and bitter and all way too much.  It's quite obviously to cover up something.  And when one looks behind the bar, they'll find a body––Dio's body, limp and prone, covered in vomit and blood and alcohol, the smell fermenting into the horrid stench of murder.  Shards of glass from a couple of broken bottles protrude from his body, mostly at the head, drenching his hair, neck, and face in his own blood.  On the floor near his body, strange, scraggled text resides.

/H' l' mgepgotha lllln'gha, l' h' mgepah./