The sky was purple when everyone woke up the next morning. It wasn't too odd of a color for the sunrise, so not many people thought anything of it.

As everyone got around to head to breakfast, there was nothing strange in the girl's cabin.

The boys, however, noticed Marco was missing.

It wasn't until everyone went to the messhall that he was found.

Marco, the cheerful and loud councillor, was laying on one of the tables, covered in blood. One of the old fishing spears that had decorated the wall was deep in his gut, though that may not have been the cause of death.

Next to him, nailed into the table, was a thick envelope, clean of blood.

Obviously, the first thing done by Melody, other than scream, was to try to call the police, however...

Her phone wasn't working. And neither would anyone else's.

And even though nobody knew it yet, but the sky wasn't really purple. They're was a barrier keeping you all in the camp.

You're all trapped.

Marco is dead.

And one of you had a hand in it.