Clueless

5.30 p.m. - time for home. I hefted my rucksack, mentally organising my schedule for tomorrow as I made my way out of the Physics building. What samples should I investigate? What time points should I look at? What... WHAT THE HELL?!

Before my feet, there was a spatter of blood on the clean, white floor tile. Who was bleeding? Were they in trouble? WHY DIDN'T THEY CLEAN UP AFTER THEMSELVES?

If only Batman were here to solve the mystery...