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It is a typical day at the faculty: A lecture in the morning, followed by a supervision meeting, and perhaps a visit to the university gym afterward. But something is out of place; in the morning you notice that someone’s piled a bunch of chairs into a weird tower. At noon you find weird scribbling on the wall, as if someone has written some weird text with charcoal; a sight made very strange by a small puddle of something red on the floor.