Wyatt woke up back in his room, the blanket covering his torso and his forehead covered in sweat. For a minute, his vision was blurry and then it cleared as he slowly sat up, rubbing his head in confusion. "What happened?" he muttered.

"You're awake," Star said, her arms folded.

Suddenly remembering Star's rather destructive tendencies, Wyatt scooched away from her.

Star noticed his uncomfortable state and smiled slightly. "Don't worry. I'm cured now. Right after you passed out and the announcements finished, Dagger appeared and said that he had the cure. He gave us this nasty medicine that did clear our thoughts up."

"So...we're all better now?" Wyatt asked.

She nodded. "You know what happened, right?" Star asked, her eyes narrowed.

Wyatt nodded. "Why?"

"Well, after Chase took it he claimed he remembered nothing at all."

"He was living a lie. Everything that occurred to him during that moment in time was what he believed to be a lie, so when he was cured, he believed that the truth of Crimson wasn't the truth." Dagger said, striding in.

Wyatt no longer felt the despair and, instead, he narrowed his eyes and glared at the mastermind. "What are you here for?"

"Nothing," Dagger said innocently, "I just came over to make sure my lover is alright."

"Ew," Star muttered under her breath.

Dagger looked to Wyatt, and then to Star. He grinned mischieviously. "Gonna kiss her too, Clark?"

Wyatt felt himself redden.

"Wait, what?" Star asked.

"Nothing!" Wyatt said quickly.

Dagger winked at Wyatt and began to walk out. When he was at the door, he mentioned, "You've only been out for ten minutes, Clark. The murder scene is still pretty fresh, so I suggest you investigate soon."

They could hear his laughs even as he was ambling down the hall.

Star straightened. "Well, I don't know what happened, but we're still investigating. I, for once, agree that you should go investigate. I'm not saying everyone else here sucks at investigating, but I believe you are one of the best."

Wyatt nodded and slipped out of bed. "I'll go as soon as my head stops spinning and I stop seeing rainbows."

Wyatt headed out, heading to the fourth floor. He went to the third loor, suddenly spotting Damien, who was crouched down. He walked across the room. "Hey, Damien!"

The Ultimate Hitman looked up. "Oh, you're alright," he sighed in relief. "I was so worried...you know, with a new kill." Damien looked down at his feet. "Whoever did this is so cruel, Wyatt...I don't see why anyone would be so sick to do this."

Wyatt shut his eyes in mutual agreement. "One thing, Damien."

"Yes?"

"Do you still have the map to the maze? I want to go and see the body for myself, but I don't know the way."

"Yeah...it's right...here," Damien replied, reaching into his pocket before pulling the slip of paper out.

Wyatt took the map gratefully and headed for Chase's special room, going down the dark hallway and appearing, once again, back at the sickening, cinnamon-scented room of crystal balls.

He spotted Chase, who was laying down on the floor. Chase turned his head at the sound of Wyatt's footsteps. He motioned over to Wyatt. "Come here!"

Wyatt ran over and knelt down beside Chase. "Yes?"

"Look over here. There's blood seeping from the crack in the wall."

Wyatt peered at where Chase was pointing. There was, indeed, blood that looked like it had seeped out from the small space between the wall and the floor. Wyatt took out his phone and snapped a quick picture. He glanced over to Chase, who had his hand rested on his chin in deep thought.

"Last time I checked, only one room had blood in it. That was the end of the maze. I wonder..." Chase suddenly grabbed the edge of the black curtain and lifted it up. "Aha!"

There, peeking out from a small, barely noticeable corner, was a trapdoor handle, covered mostly by a square of maroon red carpet. There was blood on the handle, slightly smeared as if someone had tried to wipe it off quickly. Wyatt took another picture.

Chase sat up and grabbed the handle with both hands, tugging on it until the door flew open, letting out a plume of dust that had the both of them wheezing for clear air. There was a ladder that lead downwards.

"Well?" Chase asked shakily.

"You go first," Wyatt responded nervously.

"My parents always said ladies first."

"Then, in that case, it's referring to you."

"No, I think it's better for you."

Wyatt sighed. "Let's do it this way. Odds or evens?"

"Odds."

"One, two, three!" Wyatt held up two fingers.

"Ha! Two and one is three! You go!" Chase looked relieved.

"Crap," Wyatt muttered, glaring at the narrow chute down. He placed his feet on the rungs and descended slowly, going down with Chase in pursuit.

Wyatt winced slightly when his feet hit solid ground. He attempted to peer down the dark, narrow passage. "I can't see my hands."

"Wait here," Chase whispered, going back up before coming back down with a candle.

Wyatt raised his eyebrows. "Nice."

"I'm smart, you know."

The two boys went down the hall, guided by the ominous light until they reached another ladder. Wyatt climbed up the ladder and opened the trapdoor, gasping.

He found himself at the room at the end of the maze. Crimson's body was there, still in the center of the room.

"The murderer would have used this passage, then," Chase said, climbing out of the hole. "The maze would have just been harder and longer, and the killing would have been slower."

Wyatt nodded and made a mental note in his head.

"What are we talking about?"

Wyatt and Chase spun around in shock, seeing Thane emerge from the same passage they had gone through. His eyes were slightly bloodshot, his hair messed up and bags under his eyes as if he'd gone without sleep.

Thane took one look at Crimson's body before kneeling down and groaning in disgust. "I'm out."

Harmony appeared as soon as Thane left, her hand clutched around her amulet. "This is the most brutal death yet," she said, her eyes tearing up.

Wyatt breathed out in pain. "Do you have an autopsy, Harmony?"

She nodded, handing him a small index card with bullet points. Wyatt skimmed them over. "Thank you."

"There was one thing I wanted to confirm," Harmony said, walking to Crimson's dead body. It was too tall for her, and she bit her lip, struggling to stand on her tiptoes.

"Here," Chase said, swooping her up and propping her on his shoulders. Harmony shrieked slightly, gripping the side of Chase's head.

When she regained her balance, Harmony looked closely at Crimson's body, snapping a picture. "Just as I thought," she said.

"What?" Wyatt asked, walking forward.

"Look at the strings on the mannequin. Those are puppet strings." Once Harmony got down, she showed Wyatt her phone. "Look at the strings on Crimson."

"Some of them are puppet strings!" Wyatt exclaimed. "How did you know?"

"I examined Crimson's stomach. The size of the rope lines on them were different. I had a hunch."

Wyatt nodded. "Alright."

"Did you find anything else?" Chase asked.

"Yes," Harmony admitted. "I'll present it at the trial."

Wyatt headed out of the maze, going through the secret passage. He walked around to the second floor, suddenly noticing something in the spa room.

In the very corner of the bathtub in the men's room, there was a small drop of blood. Wyatt took a picture and decided to take a break by going to AlterAssassin. He went downstairs and into the boys' bathroom, entering the passcode.

He lurched back, a scream caught in his throat.

AlterAssassin was gone.

In the computer's place was a pile of bloody clothes, and note with blood on the corner of the paper.

He will be a beautiful muse.

The intercom crackled.

"Attention! Time's up! Please make your way to the elevator on the first floor!" Dagger laughed.

"The Fourth Trial has come, everyone!"