I poked my head inside the closet at the back of the room, wondering if there might be some evidence hiding there… Instead, I found Michi lounging on a pile of towels.
I looked around the closet for anything he could be talking about. Just more spare clothes and linens, those first aid kits in the corner, a shelf of bottles of laundry and bleach–
It wasn’t immediately visible when looking at the laundry room from the entrance, but there was in fact an empty bottle of bleach on the floor, next to the closet door.