Listen to the song attached. It's called CrazynighT by Vocaloid Eight. I felt that this song fit so well for this book. There's murder at the end of it, so I think it'll be worth watching. If you have any songs for me, tell me in the comments below. I'll listen to them. :)

Wyatt stood, motionless, as people ran into the room. Cassie stopped, a haunted look coming upon her face.

They all heard a sound, watching Thane as he stood up slowly. There was now blood on his left cheek, where his head had hit the floor.

"Why?" Thane asked, coming toward them. Wyatt and the others all took an involuntary step back.

Thane spread his arms out. "Why are you moving away from me? I didn't kill anything." He looked down at the pink stained pants he was wearing. "Why are we standing here?"

They all stared at Thane, at the coil of puppet strings in his hand, wincing at the way the blood was stained in them.

Thane smiled desperately, tears falling out of his eyes and cutting clear tracks on the blood on his face. "We can go home, right? We can...escape, and then we can go home. Right?" He took another small step forward.

Everyone looked to Star, the most level headed of the group. For once, she didn't seem to have a plan. Her eyes darted quickly from Thane to Sophie, and then back. They all saw almost a visible shadow pass over her face as she turned away and spoke, her voice cold and calculating. "Take him to the Trial Room while we investigate."

Thane's eyes widened. His eyebrows furrowed together. "But...but...I didn't do anything."

Griffin looked uncomfortable. "You sure? I mean, he's obviously the murderer."

Everyone murmured in agreement.

"NOW!" Star yelled, spinning back around to face Thane. Her blue eyes were piercing, and she was staring at Thane in the eyes.

The Ultimate Voodoo Magician slowly backed away. "You...you won't take me alive!" He screamed, attempting to escape. Wyatt watched with wide eyes before tackling Thane as he passed. Thane let out a bloodcurdling scream. Wyatt grit his teeth together.

Chase rushed over, grabbing the back of Thane's shirt and yanking him upward. "Let's go, Griff," he said, rushing out of the room. Griffin looked dazed for a minute, before nodding. "Yeah. Let's go." He hit Thane on the back of the head with his fist, who passed out immediately.

The two of them left, leaving Star, Harmony, Cassie, and Wyatt standing in the room with Sophie, dead.

There was a brief moment of silence, their hearts heavy with the sequence of events that had happened. Star let out a heavy sigh. "This is the worst one yet. To think Thane..."

Wyatt looked at the room. He frowned. Thane was the obvious culprit...yet, he felt like something with Thane's setup was too obvious. Wyatt sighed. "Why are we investigating?"

"To make sure," Star said, looking around. "It's clear that Thane is the killer, but..." she sighed. "To be honest, even though I admit Thane's gone mad, something about him being the murderer doesn't add up. I want to get all the clues before I can convict him for sure. Harmony, will you do the autopsy while the rest of us look for clues?"

"No, no, you can't do that yet!" Dagger exclaimed, entering the room.

From behind Wyatt, Star groaned. "Not again."

Chase and Griffin followed sheepishly along Dagger. "He told us to come back to this room," Griffin said. "Said he had something to help us."

Wyatt rolled his eyes as he looked at the floor. "Lead the way, Master."

Dagger looked slightly surprised. "You haven't noticed? Today is day seven. You can stop now."

Wyatt let out a breath in relief. "Finally. I'd call you all the names running through my head, but they're not appropriate," he mumbled.

Dagger ignored his statement. "Let's go! Come! Come! Ahahahaha!"

They all reluctantly followed Dagger, who almost danced in the hallways. Wyatt narrowed his eyes at Dagger's movements. The fact that he moved like AlterAssassin was disturbing, every tiny twirl and leap resembling the AI.

They stopped in front of the doors to the dining hall. With a swift kick, Dagger knocked them open, causing everyone to wince. "Aren't these doors alone worth at least fifty grand?" Chase mumbled.

There was food on the tables, all looking specially made for the occasion. Wyatt's eyes widened at the smell; his mouth watered and his stomach seemed to force him to go towards the food. Everyone had the same dreamy look on their faces, until Star took a deep breath. "I can't believe someone killed another for this food," she said quietly.

Dagger shrugged. "I think it was worth it," he smirked, disappearing. No one took a step forward, hesitant of the food.

Star sighed. "Let's eat. We'll get more energy and it'll help us focus more."

At her words, Wyatt and the others bolted to the table, sitting down as they dug in. Wyatt almost cried at the feeling of food settling in his stomach. They ate quickly, soon completely full. Wyatt leaned back and sighed in content. "I'm never gonna take food for granted anymore."

Griffin cut into a slice of cake and nodded, shoving a piece in his mouth. He chewed slowly, swallowing. "Oh, yeah, we have Thane, don't we?"

Star sighed, finishing her steak. "Though I'm not fond of him at the moment, we can't let him starve. Who volunteers to go down there and feed him?"

Nobody raised their hand.

"Damn," Star mumbled. "Of course."

"I have an idea," Cassie said, standing up. "Let's pick knives. Like straws." She withdrew six knives. "They all have the same size hilt, but different blade. Turn around."

They all did as they were told. There was shuffling and the faint sound of knives clattering together, before Cassie said, "Done. Here."

She was covering the blade sizes with her forearm, the other hand grabbing them by the base. "Take one. Shortest blade gets to go feed Thane."

Slowly, one-by-one, they all hesitantly took one. Wyatt was second to last. He grabbed one of the remaining two.

His heart sank.

It didn't take a detective to figure out that his was the shortest.

Chase clapped slowly. "Congrats, man. You get to spend some quality time with a half-baked, nearly broken person."

"Shut up," Wyatt mumbled, grabbing an empty plate. He grabbed a loaf of bread, a bottle of water, and steak.

"That's it? Man, you'd make a terrible wife," Griffin said.

"He'll be fine," Cassie said, waving her hand. "I once had to live off of ten cans of pineapples for a month. If anything, this is pretty generous."

Star nodded. "We'll investigate and do the autopsy. As soon as you're done, come back up." She reached over for a steak knife and a fork, tossing it onto the plate as Wyatt sighed.

"We locked Thane up on the fifth floor," Griffin added.

"If I don't come back up, someone write nice things on my gravestone," Wyatt sighed, entering the small corridor.

"We'll remember your kind, forgiving soul and your ugly face!" Chase yelled after him. Wyatt grinned, shaking his head.

He walked slowly up the spiralling steps, the light casting eerie shadows on the walls. Wyatt shivered. "They better pay me back generously for doing this," he muttered, taking a small break as he sat down.

The silence was almost stifling. Wyatt almost wanted anyone, even Dagger and his stupid gimmicks, to at least talk to him. He shook his head, standing up and walking the rest of the way.

Something was immediately wrong when he opened the door.

Maybe it was the scent of blood lingering in the room.

Maybe it was the chill that ran down Wyatt's back.

Or maybe it was Thane.

Thane had been chained from the ceiling. Metal cuffs were attached to his arms, and the rusty chains had been attached to the ceiling. Wyatt's jaw dropped.

He was cut up and bloody, blood dropping from every place he'd been attacked. There were several small cuts, and a giant gash on his chest that seemed to be the main attraction. His head was hanging, and he was on his knees.

Wyatt put the food down on the floor before running over. "Thane! God, what happened to you!?"

Thane looked up at Wyatt. He had a black eye, a cut lip, and a bloody nose. Wyatt quickly took the cuffs off as Thane collapsed to the floor with a groan of pain.

Wyatt bent down next to him. "You alright?"

Thane sat up slowly. His hair had been messed up, like someone had grabbed it. "Who are you?" He asked.

"Oh, God," Wyatt said. "Don't tell me you don't know anything."

Thane tilted his head to the side. "I know my name. Does that count?"

"No, you depressed nerd!" Wyatt shouted. "Who would've done this to you?"

Thane shrugged. "I'm hungry."

Wyatt let out a growl in frustration as he walked over to the plate of food and picked it up. "Here," he muttered, handing the plate over. Thane smiled.

Wyatt felt chills down his back. "God, don't smile like that! You're creeping me out! You're supposed to sneer and mumble your thanks!"

"Shut up. I'm eating."

Wyatt was surprised. He took a deep breath, calming his nerves down. "Do you remember anything before this?"

Thane thought for a minute as he ripped a piece of bread off. "I remember...feeling hot. And this horrible, depressing feeling. And walking into a room against my will, to find a girl dead. After that, I remember one person hitting me-"

"Wait a minute. One?" Wyatt asked.

Thane nodded. "One person hitting me. Then I woke up like this."

Wyatt sighed. "Thanks."

Thane took a drink of his water, letting out a breath. He winced in pain.

Wyatt looked over. "Here, take off your shirt. It's dirty and we don't want the blood to stick on it."

"Yeah." Thane said, taking it off.

Wyatt grimaced at the gash on his chest, which was still bleeding. "Come one. Are you finished with your food? Let's go see Harmony for this wound."

"Yes. Let's go."

Wyatt stood up, offering his hand out. They both slowly and silently walked down the stairs, opening the door to the dining hall. No one was there.

Wyatt looked over to Thane, who had gritted his teeth in pain. "Think you can walk a little more?" he asked in worry.

"I'll be fine."

They trudged down the halls, finally opening the door to Cassie's room. Star looked over and gasped. "Thane!?"

Harmony cried out and ran up to him. "What happened?"

"He doesn't remember anything, Harmony," Wyatt said gently.

Harmony sighed. "That's OK. More importantly, he needs to get treated."

Star nodded. "You've already done the autopsy, go ahead. I need to talk with Wyatt."

They nodded, leaving. Star turned to Wyatt. "Based on your attitude, I'm gonna guess that you asked Thane what happened."

"Smart as ever," Wyatt said, sitting on the bed. "Thane said he remembered feeling hot. And a sickening, dripping feeling of sadness..." Wyatt stopped. "Wait a minute. Aren't those the symptoms of the Despair Disease?"

"You're right. But Dagger said..."

Dagger's voice was over the intercom. "I 'said.' I never 'keep.'"

Wyatt rolled his eyes. "There's your answer."

Star waved her hand in annoyance. "Point taken. What else did he say?"

"He said he remembered being forced against his will to walk to the death scene, and he found Sophie dead. After that, he remembered one person beating him."

Star leaned against the wall, deep in thought. "Then Thane is innocent. And, one person? Looks like we have to question Chase and Griffin."

Wyatt nodded. "That's all he remembered."

She walked over and handed him a slip of paper. "The autopsy. Thought you might like to see it."

He took it gratefully, studying it as Star walked out of the room to investigate more.

Sophie had been poisoned to death. The type of poison was a slow acting one, one that would kill very slowly. The victim would not have felt pain until the very end. She had cuts all over her body, but based on the wetness of the blood, it was done not too long ago, probably after she died.

Wyatt glanced at Sophie's body once again, closely looking at the cuts. They looked oddly familiar. He realized with a jolt that they were the same type of cuts on Thane. Wyatt stood up taking a picture of Sophie's cuts before running to the infirmary. He pushed the door open.

Thane looked up. "Hey again."

Wyatt finally took notice of Thane's bare arms. They were heavily inked, with black swirl marks going up to the middle of his forearms.

He walked over to Harmony, who was standing tiptoed to reach the bottle of rubbing alcohol on the top shelf. "Here."

Harmony looked over and smiled. "Thanks, Wyatt," she said shyly.

Wyatt nodded. "Never mind that. Can I see Thane for a second?"

"Privately?"

"No, I just need to look at the wounds on his body really quick."

"Sure. Don't hurt him." Harmony said with worry.

Wyatt nodded, taking Thane's arm as he took a quick picture. He put the phone down, examining the various cuts before he stood up. "I knew it."

Harmony frowned slightly. "W-what?"

"The same person who beat Thane is the same person who killed Sophie." Wyatt turned to the doorway. "I'm going to go see if I can find the weapon that made the cuts."

Harmony nodded. "Be careful."

Wyatt left before entering the closest bedroom, which happened to be Star's. He looked under the bed and in the drawers of the desk. Nothing.

Wyatt moved on to Harmony's room. The results were the same as he bit his lip in frustration.

On his way to Chase's room, Wyatt bumped into Griffin, who took some stumbling steps back before he scowled. "Watch it, Clark."

"Sorry," he mumbled, opening the door to Chase's room. Immediately, he knew that there was something wrong. The strong stench of blood hit him and he bent down, finding a knife under the bed. He recognized the hilt to be the same one that belonged to Cassie's arrangement of knives.

Wyatt put the knife in a T-shirt he found in the closet, tucking it into his pocket. As he was about to leave, the door bumped into a coat rack he had missed. It tumbled onto the floor, and Wyatt gasped at the bloody leather jacket. He picked it up slowly, hesitating. Wyatt recognized the jacket as Chase's.

There was one more room he had to investigate. Wyatt headed for Sophie's bedroom. Griffin and Star were there.

Star looked over from where she was standing. "Look. I found chalk dust on the desk."

Wyatt walked over, wiping it with a finger. "Hey, you're right!"

Griffin walked over. "Look at this." He showed Wyatt a book, with a specific page bookmarked. The string attached to it was thin and wiry, with a bit of yellow chalk dust.

Wyatt turned to the page, reading over the text.

God hath give you one face, and you make another.

It is discouraging to see how many are shocked by honesty and how few by deceit.

Wyatt frowned, looking up. "There's two quotes."

Griffin shut the book with a sigh. "I know."

Star walked over. "Keep that. Wyatt, I looked through a couple of things. First, I found a wooden doll with puppet strings attached, but only three. One was missing. Also, I searched up the poison found in Sophie's system, and Dagger doesn't have it. The poison takes about a month to take effect."

"A month..." Wyatt mused. "That's how long we've been here."

They all headed out for the door, suddenly stopping at the intercom crackling.

"Attention, my wonderful guests! It is now time's up! Please make your way to the elevator and we will start Trial Five! Ahahahaha!"