Seto grinned at us. "So how's everyone doing?"

I glared at him. Who knew that Seto, of all people was the Mastermind. Brice collapsed to his knees. He was probably the most shocked of all. One, Seto wasn't actually dead, two, Seto was the Mastermind.

"Let's let this sink in." Seto broke the silence. "And I'll explain, ok? So, me and all of you, worked on a top secret project... But I won't go into details about that, my god. So I decided I would take advantage from your silly little thing called hope that you all desperately clung onto and brought you all here to this Mansion. I got Herobrine to help me out so this would all be possible. You know how hard it was to keep the hope act until I revealed myself? It was really, super difficult."

"How did you show your death?" Quentin asked.

"I used a different body, duh." Seto replied. "And I see how despairful and confused you all look... Ahhhh... This is beautiful... Truly beautiful..."

"Well, we guessed you, don't we all get to leave?" Jerome reminded.

"Ahaha... Stupid baka, you have to vote first!" Seto smiled. "And then we'll see if you get to-"

He stopped talking by watching something behind me. I turned around and there was Hope. "You... You..." Hope muttered angrily. "I... I never should've... I never..."

"You know that I have no idea who you are, right?" Seto asked.

"You aren't Seto... I know that!" Hope shouted.

"But I am Seto." He replied.

"Oh?" Hope asked and then laughed quietly. "You're a disgrace to Seto Solaris! A faker! A wannabe!"

"Where's your proof?" Seto smirked.

"My proof is here." Hope pointed to himself.

Seto laughed dryly. "I don't get it."

Hope groaned. "Do I really need to show you? Fiiiiiine." And the Grey mist started to have a hint of purple to it. And there, was a ghost Seto.

Mastermind Seto glared at Ghost Seto and Ghost Seto just smirked. "So..." Ghost Seto turner to us. "Think again who the Mastermind may be, use the pictures, check the Masterminds features... Who is the real Mastermind?

Brice looked so happy he was gonna break. Seto was still dead, but he wasn't on the side of despair, he was on the side of hope like us. I took out my picture and looked over it again. Wait... Whys someone...

"Um, is this normal?" Jerome asked and pointed to something on his picture. It was Mitch, with his neck and down covered up and his eyes were closed.

"Thats the same with mine." I informed.

Everyone else realized the same thing. In every picture, Mitch's eyes were closed and his neck down was covered up. "And look at the Masterminds hair... Its a light brown." Ghost Seto smiled.

"The Mastermind is... Mitch." Quentin announced.

"Dammit... Why are you guys so good at this?" Mastermind Seto asked. "Ah, whatever then..." The smoke came back. The real Mastermind is I, Mitchell Hughes! Or Mitch..."

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