Wyatt wiped the tears away on his face and slowly crawled forward to Erik's dead body. He had to hold his hand over his mouth, feeling a sudden overwhelming feeling of sickness as his hand bumped against Erik's cold body. 

"Rather depressing, isn't it?" someone asked from the doorway.

Wyatt spun around to find Cassie. He was surprised at hearing her voice, since the last she'd made a sound was during the Second Trial. She walked forward and bent down, trailing her fingers over Erik's neck and tracing the visible tear tracks. "How sad," Cassie whispered.

Wyatt examined the mask on Erik's face. He was disgusted at how ironic the mask was. "We can't get the mask off his face, right?"

Cassie shook her head. "You can't do it without ripping part of his face off. I think there's like superglue or something attached to it."

Wyatt thought for a minute. He held his hand out to Cassie, who recoiled at his outstretched fingers. "What?"

"Hand me your knife for a minute."

"Don't tell me you're going to slice his face off." Cassie clutched her knife protectively. "I will never look at you the same way again."

Wyatt rolled his eyes. "It's close...but I'm not cutting his face off. Just the mask. There might be some important clues. We have to get it off, please?"

Cassie sighed and handed it to him. Wyatt crouched down and began to pry it off.

"If I see blood on it by the time you're done, this knife is going to be in your jugular vein before the trial starts," she threatened.

He winced and nodded, putting the blade under the mask. He cut off whatever was sticking on to Erik's face that held the mask in place, careful not to cut the body.

Cassie watched close by. When Wyatt had managed to get half the glue off of Erik's face, he gave the knife back to Cassie. His fingers were numb. She looked at it before frowning, pointing to the thin line of blood on the very tip. "That's it, time to die."

Wyatt paled slightly as he held his hands up. "W-wait a minute, Cassie. I didn't mean to get it on there!"

Cassie glared at him before she broke down into laughter and hugged him close. "You're adorable. I was kidding. You did a pretty good job, actually."

Wyatt blushed and smiled slightly as he held her close. "You scared me so much."

She grinned as she pulled away from him. "Anyway. You just looked miserable. If we're going to beat this trial then we can't let the deaths get to us too much. Let's honor them by making it out alive." 

Wyatt nodded quickly, feeling slightly better. He bent over once more to Erik's dead body and put his fingers under the opening he had made with the knife.

"Help me get this off."

Cassie moved over and they pried the mask off of Erik's face.

Wyatt almost screamed at the sight of Erik's expression. It was a look of shock, his mouth wide open. Blood ran down from a cut on his forehead, dripping on either sides of his face. He looked like he had been struggling for air before he died.

"Get Harmony," Wyatt murmured.

Cassie nodded and walked off out of the room.

Wyatt let out a shaky breath as he stood carefully, careful not to move anything. He began to look around the library for clues. He picked up the gun lying near Erik's body. Wyatt slowly opened the barrel, examining the inside for bullets. It was loaded, except one slot. There was nothing in there.

Wyatt frowned. He tucked the gun away into a bundle of newspapers nearby, removing the bullets first and shoving those into his front pocket.

As he continued to explore the room, Wyatt noticed something glint in the back. He reached under the table where the object was, and slowly wrapped his hand around the cold metal, emerging from under the table.

A bullet.

Wyatt noticed the slight blood streak around the edge of the gold bullet as he took a picture of it.

"Wyatt, are you here?" Harmony shouted from the opposite side of the room.

"Coming!" Wyatt replied, walking back to where Erik was. He saw Harmony bent down at Erik's body as she examined his face.

"There are no bullet wounds on him, right?" he asked, remembering the bullet he'd found. 

"Yes."

"Just scrapes?"

"Mostly."

"What do you think...happened?"

Star walked in as soon as Wyatt asked that question. "I think he was tortured."

"But then..." Wyatt thought for a minute. If, supposedly, Erik was the person who attempted to kill him...then when he had dropped at the killer's feet, he wasn't dead.

"Look at his face." Star said, gesturing to the shocked expression. "It's a look of pain. The mask was probably to prevent him from screaming. That's the most logical explanation."

"But...why would they torture him?" Harmony wondered.

Star shrugged. "A grudge? I mean, Dagger did give all of us another person's secrets."

"No, I got Erik's secret," Wyatt shook his head.

"Well, there's a suspect on my list if this murder had a third party involved." Star glanced at Wyatt. "Not to doubt you, Wyatt. But you're very suspicious and I can't afford to trust anyone's alibis. I'll do my best to prove you innocent though."

"Who is the other person?" Harmony asked quietly. 

"Damien."

"Again?"

"Not...Damien. To be precise, it's Slayer Vega I'm worried about." Star glanced around. "I found clues that point to Vega as the culprit."

"But...where would Erik be tortured? I checked everywhere, there's no huge amounts of blood in any other room. All I found was a knife in Torch's room, covered in blood. I think that was the torture device, but that doesn't explain the stab I found in his chest. That was the fatal wound." Harmony said.

"Fatal wound?" Wyatt asked.

Harmony nodded. "In the files that Dagger gave us, it said he died from a fatal wound of getting stabbed in the chest."

"That still doesn't explain the tiny amounts of blood we found. There should be more," Star sighed. "If he got tortured and then stabbed, there should be a lot of blood." She stood up. "I'm going to keep investigating. Remember, Wyatt, Erik was found hanging from the ceiling above you. Just a reminder so you're not confused."

Wyatt nodded as the two of them left. He continued his search at the back of the library, when he suddenly remembered the file he had found before Erik supposedly stabbed him.

Wyatt headed to the bookshelf where he had found it. As he examined the shelf, Wyatt's eyes widened.

"It's gone."

In a flurry of confusion, he stumbled around, attempting to find the file. "No, no, no! That thing...was important! It could have showed us why we're in here!" He screamed silently to himself.

Wyatt gave up finding the precious file. He went over to the back of the library, and, in anger, punched the books on the bookshelf.

There was a rumble from the interior of the library. Wyatt stepped back, fearful that something was going to explode in his face.

Instead of an explosion, however, the bookshelf he had punched suddenly flipped over, revealing a passageway. Wyatt slowly crept in, his breathing loud in the small, quiet space. Wyatt opened the door at the end of the hallway.

He let out a strangled gasp. The room he was in was covered in blood. It was all over the place on the walls and stained the floor. There was a bloody chair in the middle of the room, with a rope soaked in blood hanging off the back.

"Where...is this...?" Wyatt choked out. It was, no doubt, the room where Erik had been tortured and then brutally murdered.

Wyatt took a picture of every angle in the room. The scent of lingering blood was still in the room, so he rushed out as soon as he was done collecting evidence, ready to vomit at the smell.

As soon as Wyatt stepped out of the passage, the bookcase swung back into place, as if nothing had ever happened. What was that room? Wyatt recalled the way there were weapons set up in the room. It was on every corner of the walls, yet the ambiance felt different from any other room in the manse. There was the true intent to kill lurking among the blades.

Was it Erik's special room?

Wyatt sat down and thought for a minute.

The room itself...seemed more like a robber's place. It was very dark, as if the mere appearance was like hiding. Also...the weapons were more melee, there were few guns among the weapons. It was more like the weapons Damien would use as the Ultimate Hitman.

Wyatt shot up in realization. The room...only proved more to Damien's guilt.

Would Damien really do that? Would he really have the urge to kill?

As Slayer Vega, he could.

Wyatt sat for a while, pondering the facts, until the intercom rang.

"Attention, everyone! It is now time's up! Please make your way to the elevator on the first floor!" Dagger paused just like usual before continuing.

"The Third Trial has finally come, my beautiful guests! Good luck and don't die!"